Zebra - 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 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 here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But when ye come and all the roses 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 there for me.
And I will hear tho` soft your tread above me,
and in 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
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 here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But when ye come and all the roses 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 there for me.
And I will hear tho` soft your tread above me,
and in 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
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 here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But when ye come and all the roses 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 there for me.
And I will hear tho` soft your tread above me,
and in 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
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 here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But when ye come and all the roses 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 there for me.
And I will hear tho` soft your tread above me,
and in 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
