Danny Boy - Chloe Agnew

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 flow’rs falling;

'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

And I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow;

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

But if you come, and all the flow’rs are dying

And I am dead, as dead I may well be

You’ll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I will*hear, though soft you tread above me;

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

And you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep in peace until you come to me