O Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and cross the mountainside
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 all the valley's hushed and white with snow
Tis I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow
O Danny boy, O Danny boy I love you so
When winter's come and all the flowers dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me
But I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And over my grave shall warmer sweeter be
And you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
O Danny boy, the stream flows cool and slowly
And pipes still call and echo across the glen
Your broken mother sighs and feels so lowly
For you have not returned to smile again
Returned to smile again
Returned to smile again