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 you back when the 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 And when you 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 though soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be When you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me