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 '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 he come, and all the flowers are dying If 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 grave will warm and sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
