Judy Collins - 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 leaves are dying
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 is hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!

And if ye come, and all the leaves 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 will hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will sweeter, warmer be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me