Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen

And down 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 when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

And I shall hear through

Soft your tread above me

And o'er my grave shall warmer, sweeter be

Then you will bend

And tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me