Londonderry Air (Danny Boy), Folk Song

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,
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 [Bm]white with snow,
It's I'll be [Am]here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you [A7so!

But when ye come, and [Bm]all [Em]the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye'll come and [Bm]find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and [Bm]say a prayer there for [Dm7]me.
And I shall [Em]hear, though soft you [A7tɾead above me,
And all [Em]my [A]grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you [A7will bend and [Bm]tell me that you [A7love me,
And I shall [Em]sleep in peace until you [A7come to [C7]me!