domingo, 16 de novembro de 2014
Oh Danny Boy, I love you so !
But come you 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 when you come, and all the flowers are dying,
and If I'm dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me;
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me!