Songtexte Danny Boy - Eva Cassidy
                                                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 
                                                flowers 
                                                dying
 
                                    
                                
                                                '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 
                                                there 
                                                in 
                                                sunshine 
                                                or 
                                                in 
                                                shadow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                Danny 
                                                boy, 
                                                oh 
                                                Danny 
                                                boy, 
                                                    I 
                                                love 
                                                you 
                                                so
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                if 
                                                ye 
                                                come, 
                                                when 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                roses 
                                                are 
                                                falling
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                dead, 
                                                as 
                                                dead 
                                                    I 
                                                well 
                                                may 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                out 
                                                and 
                                                find 
                                                the 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                lying
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                kneel 
                                                and 
                                                say 
                                                an 
                                                "Ave" 
                                                for 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                hear, 
                                                tho' 
                                                soft 
                                                your 
                                                tread 
                                                above 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                my 
                                                grave 
                                                will 
                                                warm 
                                                and 
                                                sweeter 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                you 
                                                shall 
                                                bend 
                                                and 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                love 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                sleep 
                                                in 
                                                peace 
                                                until 
                                                you 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
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