Oh Danny boy,
the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down
the mountainside
The summers gone
and all the flowers dying
Its you, its you must go
and I must bide.
But come ye back
when summers in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed
and white with snow
Its Ill be here in sunshine
or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
I love you so.
but when you come
when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead,
as dead I well maybe
Youll come and find the place
where I am lying
And kneel and say
an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear,
the soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warm and
sweeter be
If youll not fail to tell me
that you love me
And I will sleep in
peace until you come to me.