MacArthur Park

Oh, Danny boy The pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen And down the mountainside 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 s Unshine or in shadow Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy I love you so Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy I love you so