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 husband and white and with snow
I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
Oh Danny Boy oh danny boy I love you so
But when ye come and all the flow'rs are dying
If 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 though 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 until you come to me
