Danny Boy

<p>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</p><p>But come ye back, when summer is in the meadow Or when the valley's ushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be there, in sunshine or in shadow Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!</p>