Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summers gone, and all the flowers are dying Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summers in the meadow Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow Tis Ill be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be Youll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave there for me. And I shall hear, tho soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If youll not fail to tell me that you love me Ill simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 23:07:21 +0000
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