Oh, Danny boy. The pipes, the pipes are calling from glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow or when the valley's hushed and white with snow. 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh, Danny boy. Oh, Danny boy - I love you so.
And if you come when all the flowers are dying, if I am dead - as dead I well may be - I'll pray you'll find the place where I am lying. You'll kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me and all my dreams shall warm and sweeter be. Then you will kneel and whisper that you love me and I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
 SadieSaysRawrz2422 · Sat May 01, 2010 @ 08:39pm · 0 Comments |
