Lyrics Danny Boy - Harry Belafonte
A
time,
a
time
of
strife
The
place,
the
place
is
Ireland
This
Irish
legend
had
it
And
the
last
rose
of
summer
fell
and
all
the
young
men
of
Ireland
Were
together
to
stake
a
blow
For
Ireland?
s
freedom
and
Ireland?
s
liberty
There′
songs
for
those
who
stayed
at
home
and
songs
for
those
who
went
away
and
all
o'er
Ireland
were
sad
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
white
with
snow
It's
I′ll
be
here
in
sunshine
or
in
shadow
Oh
Danny
Boy,
oh
Danny
Boy
I'll
love
you
so
But
if
you
fall
as
all
the
flowers
are
dying
And
you
are
dead
as
dead
you
well
maybe
I′ll
come
and
fine
the
place
where
you
are
laying
And
kneel
and
say
an
Ave
there
for
thee
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