Hirahara Ayaka
平原綾香
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Danny Boy
| Artist | Hirahara AyakaHirahara Ayaka |
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Oh, Danny Boy anata no iru machi wa
Mousugu aki desu ka
Nando mo nando mo anata no
Namae wo yonde imasu
Tegara nado tatenakute ii kara
Hayaku kaette oi de
Minna ga matsu kono furusato he
Oh, Danny Boy Oh, Danny Boy I love you so
Anata ga ima yori ookiku natte
Watashi ga saki ni inaku natte mo
Anata wa jibun no kimeta michi wo
Shinjite aruite kudasai
Tegara nado tatenakute ii kara
Dareka ni maketa tte ii kara
Sonomama no anata de ii no
Oh, Danny Boy Oh, Danny Boy I love you so
Mousugu aki desu ka
Nando mo nando mo anata no
Namae wo yonde imasu
Tegara nado tatenakute ii kara
Hayaku kaette oi de
Minna ga matsu kono furusato he
Oh, Danny Boy Oh, Danny Boy I love you so
Anata ga ima yori ookiku natte
Watashi ga saki ni inaku natte mo
Anata wa jibun no kimeta michi wo
Shinjite aruite kudasai
Tegara nado tatenakute ii kara
Dareka ni maketa tte ii kara
Sonomama no anata de ii no
Oh, Danny Boy Oh, Danny Boy I love you so
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
'Tis you, 'tis 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
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
But if 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, your tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis 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
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
But if 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, your tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me