Fred E. Weatherly
- Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling;
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.
The summer's gone and all the roses falling,
'Tis you 'tis you must go and I must bide.
Chorus:
But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow;
Or when the valley's hushed and white with 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 well I may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
Chorus:
And come ye back...
- And I shall hear, thought 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 till you come to me.
Chorus:
So come ye back...