danny boy by Jantje Smit
Oh, Danny Boy,
the pipes are calling from len 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 muzt abide
But come you back when summer's in de meadow
Or when the vally's hushed and white with snow
It's i'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
But then you come,
and all the flow'rs are dying if i'am dead
as dead i well maybe
Ye'll come and find the place where iám lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me
And i shall hear thoughsoft you tread above me
and all my grave will warmer sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
and i shall sleep in peace untill you come
