DANNY BOY
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.
It's you, it's you must go,
And I must bide.
But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
Or all 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 loved you so!
Aquí estaré, en la lluvia o el verano,
Recordando un tiempo que no morirá!
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.
It's you, it's you must go,
And I must bide.
But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
Or all 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 loved you so!
Aquí estaré, en la lluvia o el verano,
Recordando un tiempo que no morirá!
