The pipes are calling.
 From land to land
 And down the mountains side.
 The summer?s gone
 And all the roses falling.
 It?s you, it?s you,
 Must go and I must hide.

 But I?ll be back
 When summer?s in the meadows,
 Or when the valleys
 Are flushed and white with snow.
 And I?ll be there
 In sunshine or in shadow.

 Oh Danny boy,
 Oh Danny boy,
 I love you so.

 And when you come
 And all the flowers are dying,
 I f I am dead,
 As dead I well may be,
 You?ll come and find
 The place where I am lying
 So kneel and say
 An Ave there for me.

 And I shall hear
 Tho? soft you tread above me,
 And all my grave
 Will warmer, sweeter be
 If you will bend
 And tell me that you love me,

 Then I shall sleep
 In peace
 Until you come to me