Danny Boy - Peter Hollens

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 valleys hushed, and white with snow.

And I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow.

Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy I love you so.

But when you come, and all the flowers are dying.

If I am dead, as dead I well may be.

I pray you'll find the place where I am lying.

And kneel and say, an ave there for me.

And I will here, though soft you'll tread above me.

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.

For you will come and tell me that you love me.

And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.

I will sleep in peace until you come, to me.