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 flowers' dying It's you, it's you Must go and I must bide
But come ye back When summer's in the mea-eadow Or when the valley's Hearth are white with snow Yes I'll be here In sunshine or in sha-adows Oh Danny boy Oh Danny boy, I love you so
But come ye back When summer's in the mea-eadow Or when the valley's Hearth are white with snow Yes I'll be here In sunshine or in sha-adows Oh Danny boy Oh Danny boy, I love you so...