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 roses dying
`Tis you, `tis you must go and I must bye

But come ye back when summer`s in the meadow
Or when the valley`s hushed and white with snow
And I`ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

But if he come and all the roses dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
He`ll come here and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an ava there for me

And I shall feel, oh soft you tread above me
And then my grave will richer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me