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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 love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am 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 sleep in peace until you come to me!
- Album:
- Midnight Special
- The Complete Verve Singles
- Miscellaneous
- Jazz for Every Season
- Smokey Jazz Club
- Jazz By the Month
- Jimmy Smith at the Organ, Vol. 3
- A New Sound - A New Star
- Fourmost
- The "Fantastic" Jimmy Smith
- First Recordings
- First Recordings: Jimmy Smith (Remastered)
- Stranger In Paradise (Remastered)
- Stranger In Paradise (Digitally Remastered)
- Milestone Profiles: Jimmy Smith
- The Best of the Early Years - Volume 2
- Jazz Rock - Live In Isreal
- Classic Jazz 1956-1960
- Walk On the Wild Side (Remastered)
- Jazz Pearls (Remastered)