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 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 here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.


But if you come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You’ll find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear, though soft, your tread around me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
And you’ll bend down and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me