Judy Collins

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 roses falling.
'Tis you must go, and I, my love, must bide.
Then come ye back when summer's in the meadow.
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
'Tis I'll be there in sunlight or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
And when ye come and find the roses blooming
Or feel the touch of winter, soft and grey
Then come and find me here where I'll be waiting
And gently kiss away the tears upon my face.
And I will feel the song of love around me,
And all my joy and life will sweeter be.
Just hold me close and tell me that you love me
I'll be here and dream until you come to me.
And come ye back when summer's in the meadow.
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
'Tis I'll be there in sunlight or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.