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 rose is dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the valley 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 And I am dead, as dead I well may be He'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall feel your soft thread above me And In my grave where riches sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I'll shall rest in peace until you come to me. And I'll shall rest in peace until you come to me.

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 rose is dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the valley 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 And I am dead, as dead I well may be He'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall feel your soft thread above me And In my grave where riches sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I'll shall rest in peace until you come to me. And I'll shall rest in peace until you come to me.