Oh Danny boy the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside 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 or 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 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 And I shall hear those soft shoes tread above me And o'er my grave shall warmer, sweeter be Then you will come and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me