Elizabeth McDermott Roe - Celia Briar & The Briar Consort

Ah 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 falling '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 And I'll be here In sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so But if you come, And all the flowers are falling And I am dead, As dead I may well be You'll come and find The place where I am lying And kneel and say An "Ave" there for me And I will hear, Though soft your tread above me And o'er my grave Will warmer sweeter be And you will bend And tell me that you love me And I will sleep In peace until you come to me But if I live And should you die for Ireland Let not your dying thoughts Be just of me But say a prayer to God For our dearest Island I know He'll hear And help to set her free And I will take your pike And place my dearest And strike a blow, Though weak the blow may be Twill help the cause To which your heart was nearest Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy I love you so.

The tears have all been shed now We've said our last good-byes His soul's been blessed and he's laid to rest And it's now I feel alone He was more than just a father A teacher my best friend He can still be heard in the tunes we shared When we play them on our own I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The old man As a boy he'd take me walkin' By mountian field and stream And he showed me things not known to kings And secret between him and me. Like the colors of the pheasant As he rises in the dawn And how to fish and make a wish Beside the holly tree I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The Old Man (Instrumental break) I thought he'd live forever He seemed so big and strong But the minutes fly and the years roll by For a father and his son And suddenly when it happened There was so much left unsaid No second chance to tell him thanks For everything he's done I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The Old Man