Danny Boy

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 roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
or when the valley's hush'd and white with snow.
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy I love you so!

But if he come, when all the flow'rs are dying,
and I am dead, as dead I well may be,
ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
and kneel and say an Ave there for me;

And I shall hear, tho' soft your tread above me,
and all my dreams will warm and sweeter be.
If you will not fail to tell me that you love me,
then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

(Frederick Edward Weatherly)

Posted: So - Februar 29, 2004 at 09:37 Uhr