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 falling
Its you, its 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
Its I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warm and sweeter be
If you will bend and tell me that you love me
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me