O 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

It's you, it's 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

I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so



But when ye come and all the flowers are drying

And I am dead, as dead I may well be

Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an Ave there for me



And I shall hear through soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace unitl you come to me