O danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side 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 there in sunshine or in shadow Oh danny boy, oh danny boy, i love you so Andwhen ye come and all the flow'rs are dying If i am dead, as dead i may well be Ye'll come and find the place where i am lying And kneel and say an ave there for me And i shall hear through soft your 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 unitl you come to meet