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, (hushed white snow)
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so!
And if ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
And I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Avé there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave shall 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!
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me! (Until you come to me)