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 are dying

'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

oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy

I love you so

And when you come

and all the

flowers are dying

if I am dead

as dead I well may be

You'll come and find

the spot where I am lying

and kneel and say

an avé there for me

And I shall hear

though soft

you tread above me

and though 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

For you will bend and

tell me that you love me

and I shall sleep in peace

until you come to me...