Danny Boy

Bing Crosby/John Scott Trotter Orchestra

Written by: Frederic E. Weatherly

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside;
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 love you so.

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 love you so.