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 flowers 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 and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so

But when ye come and all the roses falling
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
Go out and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I will hear thou soft your tread above me
And then my grave will warm and sweeter be
For you shall bend and then tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me