Danny Boy Frederic Weatherly Edward W. Hardy - String Trio - Violin Viola

Danny Boy Frederic Weatherly Arranged by Edward W. Hardy A late Saint Patricks Day Post Every year I would see the St. Patricks Day parade in New York City on 5th Ave by sitting on a hill in Central Park probably around 64th street where I could see all of the beautiful colors and music the massive claves I wish I were blessed with instead of my chicken legs and the overwhelming sense of love and pride everyone had. This year I tried to remember all the amazing things Ive experienced on that day and decided to make an arrangement and perform a piece that is not only one of my mothers favorite songs but a song that helps me escape reality. Here is a song called Danny Boy. 2 violins and viola String Trio: Edward W. Hardy Do you like Classical Jazz Hip Hop Soundtracks Pop Musical Theatre or even Rock and roll music? Subscribe to my channel to see more of my unique performances! Originals Covers For more of my videos and day-to-day activities follow me on Instagram: Instagram: My Website and Social Media Links? Website: Facebook: Instagram: Youtube: Lyrics O Danny Boy the pipes the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside. The summers gone and all the roses falling. Tis you tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summers in the meadow Or all the valleys hushed and white with snow. Tis Ill be here in sunshine or in shadow. O Danny Boy O Danny Boy I love you so. When winters come and all the flowrs are dying And I am dead as dead I well may be Youll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave there for me. But I shall hear though soft you tread above me And all my grave shall warmer sweeter be. And you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me. O Danny Boy the stream flows cool and slowly And pipes still call and echo cross the glen. Your broken mother sighs and feels so lowly For you have not returned to smile again. So if youve died and crossed the stream before us We pray that angels met you on the shore And youll look down and gently youll implore us To live so we may see your smiling face once more Once more.,

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