Lyrics
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 are 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!
And if you come when all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
I pray you'll find the place where I am lying,
You'll kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will soft and sweeter be,
Then you will hear and whisper that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!