“O 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 here I’ll be in sunshine or in shadow. O, Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, if I am 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 sleep in peace until you come to me!” 💚☘️
By Frederic Weatherly in 1910
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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