Harry Belafonte - Danny Boy

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
For Ireland's freedom and Ireland's liberty
There' songs for those who stayed at home and songs for those who went away and all o'er Ireland were sad

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

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'll love you so

But if you fall as all the flowers are dying
And you are dead as dead you well maybe
I'll come and fine the place where you are laying
And kneel and say an Ave there for thee