back to: ballads index visit our website www.MerryPloughBoys.com see us play at www.MPBpub.com Danny Boy Trad. Arr. Merry Ploughboys 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 with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And when you come, when all the flowers are dying And 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, though soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be And you'll kneel and tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace until you come to me   back to the ballads index web: www.MerryPloughBoys.com