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 falling 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when the 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 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 grave will warmer, sweeter be If you will bend and tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace until you come to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
