Danny Boy

Perhaps you will wonder why I would choose to print this song on Valentines Day.  The truth is, I don't know, except it keeps playing over and over again in my head, ever since I heard it sung at my brother-in-law's father's funeral two weeks ago.  Perhaps it is a Valentine. 

      (note: I've looked and looked for sources for this third verse.  I find it referred to in different places, but never with these words, but this is the way the choir, Vocal Point, from BYU sings it, and I love it.  So whether it is accurate or not, here it is.)

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 flowers 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

'tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.

Oh Danny boy, oh danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come when all the flowers are dying,

And 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 shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be,

If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me,

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Oh Danny boy, the stream flows cool and slowly,

And pipes still call and echo cross the glen,

Your broken mother sighs and feels so lonely,

For you have not returned to smile again.

So if you've died and crossed the stream before us,

We pray that angels met you on the shore,

And you'll look down and gently you'll emplore us,

To live so we may see your smiling face once more.