Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,. from glen to glen and down the mountains side.. The summer's gone and all the leafs are falling,. it's you, it's you, must go and I must cry..
O 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..
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 are dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide..
A time, a time of strife. The place, the place is Ireland This Irish legend had it. And the last rose of summer fell and all the young men of Ireland Were together to stake a blow.
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;.
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..
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..
Wele goelcerth wen yn fflamio. A thafodau tan yn bloeddio. Are I'are dewrion ddod I daro. Unwaith eto'n un. Gan fanllefau'are tywysogion. Llais gelynion trwst arfogoion.
O 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.
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..
The highway's screamin', callin' out your name. 'Cause every road that you travel on. There's a price to pay. A thousands eyes are starin'. But the blind still lead the blind.
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 are dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide..
Ohh, 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. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
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..
O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside. The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying. Tis you, Tis you must go and I must bide.
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.