Danny Boy

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 roses are dying It's you, It's 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 For 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 flowers are a dying And if I am dead, dead I well may be Just come and find, find the place Find the place where I lay lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me And I will hear tho soft you tread above me And my grave, my grave warmer and sweeter be For you're gonna kneel and you're gonna tell God you're gonna tell me how you loved me And I will sleep in peace until you come to me --- Danny Boy - Ray Price and Ray Price & the Cherokee Cowboys