Danny Boy - Connie Francis

Oh, Danny boy

The pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen

And down the mountainside

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

It’s I’ll be here in Sunshine or in shadow

Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy

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

I love you so