Bing Crosby/John Scott Trotter Orchestra      Written by: Frederic E. Weatherly         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 sunshine or in shadow;   Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so.      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.