Emile Ford & The Checkmates, Emile Ford, The Checkmates - Danny Boy Lyrics

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
and when the valley's hushed and white with snow
and I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, she loves you so.