I hear your voice on the wind. And I hear you call out my name 'Listen my child', you say to me. 'I am the voice of your history. Be not afraid, come follow me. Answer my call and I'll set you fre
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But com