Oh, danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
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 there in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, danny boy, oh danny boy, i love you so.
And when you come and all the flowers are dying,
If i am dead – as dead as i well may be –
Ye’ll come and find the place where i am lying
And kneel and say ave there for me;
And i shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
And ye shall bend and tell me that you love me,
And i shall sleep in peace until you come to me.