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 dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the bally
and Or 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 he come, and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
he'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall feel, tho' soft you tread above me
And then my grave will precious and sweeter be
for you'll there to tell me that you love me
and i should rest in peace until you come to me.
and i should rest in peace until you come to me.
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the bally
and Or 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 he come, and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
he'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall feel, tho' soft you tread above me
And then my grave will precious and sweeter be
for you'll there to tell me that you love me
and i should rest in peace until you come to me.
and i should rest in peace until you come to me.