Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.
From Glenn to Glenn 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 you 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 and ave there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And then my grave will warm and sweeter be.
For you shall bend and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.
