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 meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white whith snow
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy I love you so.
And when ye 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 warmer sweeter be.
If you will bend and tell me that you love me.
Then I shall sleep 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 meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white whith snow
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy I love you so.
And when ye 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 warmer sweeter be.
If you will bend and tell me that you love me.
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.