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 are 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 there, in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so.
And when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying.
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "ave" for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me,
And, oh, my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
For ye will bend and tell me that you love me,
And 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 are 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 there, in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so.
And when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying.
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "ave" for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me,
And, oh, my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
For ye will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.