DANNY BOY

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!

But when ye come, and all the flowers 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!

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!

Come to me!

Eric Clapton, a favorite instrumental

Main Video DANNY BOY by Jackie Evancho

Below Irish singer Cathy Maguire travels to Limavady, Co Derry in Ireland to uncover the real story behind the world wide phenomenon that is Danny Boy. First aired on PBS in 2013.