Celtic Woman - 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.And 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 all 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!