Oh Danny boy, the pipes, The pipes are calling. From land to land And down the mountains side. The summer's gone And all the roses falling. It's you, it's you, Must go and I must hide.
But I'll be back When summer's in the meadows, Or when the valleys Are flushed and white with snow. And I'll be there In sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And when you come And all the flowers are dying, I f I am dead, As dead I well may be, You'll come and find The place where I am lying So kneel and say An Ave there for me.
And I shall hear Tho' soft you tread above me, And all my grave Will warmer, sweeter be If you will bend And tell me that you love me,
