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 are dying
It`s you, It`s you must go and I must bide
But come you back when summer`s in the meadow
Or when the valleys 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 when you come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You`ll come and find the place where I am lying
and kneel and say and I`ll be there for me
And I shall hear though soft you tread above me,
and all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me...