Danny Boy


O 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 hushed and white with snow.
Yes, I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow;
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying,
If 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, though soft you tread above me;
And oh my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me;
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!

Comments

heather said…
Good luck my friend. Should I hit reply on an email you once sent me so you can remember some things you told me about the honors of being a military wife to help you get through the next few days?
Cannwin said…
Just knowing that there are people like you out there cheering me on is a blessing. If I didn't know I wasn't alone, being an army wife would be too much. :>

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