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' here 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 can be
Go out and find the place that I am lying
And kneel and say a prayer right there for me
And I will hear, though soft your tread above me
And when 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!