Danny boy / Harry Connick Jr Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side Summer's gone, and all the flow'rs are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go, and I must bide. But come you back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Til I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so. But come ye back when all the world is dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be. You'll come and see the place where I am lying And say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, 'though soft you tread around me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you will only tell me you love me Then I'll sleep in peace, until you waken me.
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