O 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 here in sunshine or in shadow O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so.
But if ye come and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'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, your tread above me And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.