Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summers gone, and all the roses falling Its you, its you must go and I must bide But come ye back when summers in the meadow Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow Its Ill 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 dying If I am dead, and dead I well may be Youll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an ave there for me And I shall hear tho 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 until you come to me