"Oh Danny boy,the pipes,the pipes are calling.From glen to glen,and down the moutainside.

The summer's gone,and all the roses' dieing.Tis you tis you,must go,and I must bide.

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.

And when you come,and all flowers' are dieing.And dead,as dead I well maybe

You'll come and find the place where I am lying.And kneel and say,"Ave" for me.

And I shall hear,tho' soft tread above me.And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be.

If you not fail to tell me that you love me,I simply sleep in peace until you come to me........

During the war,many lives were lost.The enemies lost precious lives,allies lost lives.A story is told when a woman waited for her husband to return from the war,but she waited for her whole life.The man was killed,but his wife refused to believe it.She waited until her death came,but he never returned.

.........And I shall rest in peace until you come to me".

-Danny Boy,1944