Danny Boy - Peter Hollens

O, Danny boy the pipes,
the pipes are calling

From glen to glen,
and down the mountainside

The summer's gone,
and all the flow'rs are 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

And I'll be here
in sunshine or in shadow

O Danny boy,
o Danny boy I love you so

But when you come,
and all the flow'rs are dying

If I am dead,
as dead I well may be

I pray you'll find the place
where I am lying

And kneel and say
an "Ave" there for me

And I will hear,
though soft you tread above me

And o'er my grave
will warmer, sweeter be

For you will come
and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep in peace
until you come to me

I will sleep in peace
until you come to me