Danny Boy

Lyric: Frederic Weatherly
Music: Traditional (collected by Jane Ross, mid 19th century near Limavady, County Derry)

There was a time when I said to myself that I would never record this song. This was not because I didn't like it. It was mainly because of the number of other recordings that undoubtedly exist. I figured....do people really need another recording of 'Danny Boy'! Still, whenever I've sung it over the years I invariably get asked if I have it on any of my albums. The time seemed right in a live recording setting.

Oh Danny boy, the pipes the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
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
When all the valley's hushed and white with snow
It's there I'll be in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy I love you so

Or when you come and all the flowers are dying
If 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 though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be
And you will kneel and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me