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 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 But when ye come and all the roses falling And I am dead, as dead I well may be Go out and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave there for me And I will hear tho' soft your tread above me And then my grave will warm and sweeter be For you shall bend and tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace until you come to me