Danny Boy
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,
It's you, it's you must go and
I must bide.
But come ye back when
summer's in the meadow,
or when the valley's
hush'd and white with snow.
'Tis I'll be
there in sunshine or in shadow
oh Danny Boy,
oh Danny Boy I love you so!
But if he
come, when all the flow'rs are dying,
and I
am dead, as dead I well may be,
ye'll come
and find the place where I am lying,
and
kneel and say an Ave there for me;
And
I shall hear, tho' soft your tread above
me,
and all my dreams will warm and sweeter
be.
If you will not fail to tell me that you
love me,
then I shall sleep in peace until
you come to me.
(Frederick Edward
Weatherly)
Posted: So - Februar 29, 2004 at 09:37 Uhr