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 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

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