Bing Crosby/John Scott Trotter Orchestra



Written by:  Frederic E. Weatherly





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,

It's you, it's 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;

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow;

Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so.



But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow;

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow;

Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so.