Danny Boy

Lyrics: Frederic Weatherly
Music: Traditional

Played by Robert Hunter on 16 March 2003.

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 flowers are dying
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer's on the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so

And if you come, and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
Come find the place, the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I willll hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you're not there to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me