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 roses falling
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide
But call me back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
But if you come, and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and see the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave be there for me
And I will know those soft you tread above me
And in my grave will richer sweeter be
And you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I will rest in peace until you come to me
