Oh, Danny boy
The pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen
and down the mountainside
The summer's gone
and all the roses 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
and 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 roses dying
and 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 feel how soft you tread above me
and then my grave will richer, sweeter be
for you will bend and tell me that you love me
and I shall rest in peace
until you come to me.
Oh, Danny boy I love you so.

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