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 hushed and white with snow I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so
But when ye come and all the flowers are drying And 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 through 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 unitl you come to me