Danny Boy - Jim Reeves
Danny Boy Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling, From glen to glen and down the mountain side; Summer's gone, and all the flow'rs are dying; '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; 'Til I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow; Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so. Bu..
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