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.
But when you come and all the roses falling
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
Oh I'll then find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And they will hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And then my grave will warm and sweeter be
For you shall bend and tell me that you love me
I will sleep in peace until you come to me.