Friday, March 17, 2017

Celtic Woman, 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 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 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, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!



  1. I'm not sure if Don set this up a while back to post on St. Patrick's Day or if Libby put it up, but the timing (and the performance) is just perfect, and not just for Don's sake. A family friend passed away last weekend, with a remembrance scheduled today. It sounds like it's threatening to turn into a wake, so I drove my kids nuts Thursday night as I refreshed my memory and tuned my vocal cords with a couple dozen renditions of "Danny Boy." If I get a chance to "join the choir" this afternoon, I'll keep Don in mind too as we belt it out.

  2. Thank you, Mark. I put this up and last week's Blog also, but Don would like for you to think of him as you belt out this song today. Condolences to you and the family for the loss of your friend. Libby, posting as Don.