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.