ARONSTEN, Mark Alexander

For our brother:

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 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. 

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying 

And 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, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to

 tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. 

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Our dear brother Mark you will always be in our thoughts - your sister Fran and brothers Chris, Len and Alex.