Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside
The summer's gone, and all the flow'rs are falling
'tis you, 'tis you must go, and I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
And when ye come and all the flow'rs are dying
If I am dead, as dead I will remain
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" for me
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warm and sweeter be
If you will bend and tell me that you love me
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
