By: Paul S. Cilwa Viewed: 9/19/2018
Posted: 8/13/2017
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Track 6 from my 1997 album 'The Man Who Isn't There'.

This song, whose original intent is unclear, was written shortly before the First World War when it became quite popular as it embodied the grief of someone who has lost a loved one to war. Consequently, it has been frequently performed at funerals. In May of 1995, my good friend Tim O’Connor died in a SCUBA mishap in Kittery, Maine. His partner, Jon, asked me to sing this song at the memorial service.

Danny Boy

By Fred Weatherly; additional lyrics by Paul S. Cilwa

Lyrics

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.

The pipes that play, are playing for you only.
Thine ears alone do hear song they sing.
Would that my heart could sing a song so sweetly,
That youi'd not leave me now for anything.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

And if you come and all the flowers dying,
And I am gone, as gone I well may be,
Then if you'll bend and tell me that you love me,
I'll sleep in peace until you come to me.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.