Eva Cassidy - Danny Boy
Oh Danny Boy,
The pipes, the pipes are calling.
From Glenn to Glenn
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.
But when ye come
And all the roses falling
And I am dead
As dead I well may be.
Go out and find
The place where I am lying.
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I will hear
The soft you tread above me
And then my grave
Will warm and sweeter be.
For you shall bend and tell me
That you love me
And I will sleep in peace
Until you come to me.
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