Song | Danny Boy |
Artist | Luka Bloom |
Album | Head & Heart |
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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 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 whith snow | |
‘Tis I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow | |
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy I love you so | |
And when ye come and all the flowers are dying | |
If I am dead, as dead I well may be | |
You’ll 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 grave will warmer sweeter be | |
If you will bend and tell me that you love me | |
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me |
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 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 whith snow | |
' Tis I' ll be there in sunshine or in shadow | |
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy I love you so | |
And when ye come and all the flowers are dying | |
If I am dead, as dead I well may be | |
You' ll 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 grave will warmer sweeter be | |
If you will bend and tell me that you love me | |
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me |
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 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 whith snow | |
' Tis I' ll be there in sunshine or in shadow | |
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy I love you so | |
And when ye come and all the flowers are dying | |
If I am dead, as dead I well may be | |
You' ll 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 grave will warmer sweeter be | |
If you will bend and tell me that you love me | |
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me |