From the recording Fuerza De la Raíz - Strength from the Roots
Autor, Frederic Weatherly (dominio público)
Author Frederic Weatherly (public domain)
I sing this song because it is an immigrant song in so much as Irish Immigrants have used this song as a hymn and reminds me of the many songs other immigrants hold as a hymn. In the Workshop Strength from the Roots It is a great song that brings folks from different cultures together in reflection.
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 leaves are falling
'Tis you, 'tis 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
'Tis 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
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warm and sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me