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 dying, It\'s you, It\'s you must go and I must bide. But coming back when summer\'s in the meadow, Or when the valley\'s hushed and white with snow, And 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, And I’ll be dead, as dead I well may be, You\'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 then my grave will warmer, sweeter be, And you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I will sleep in peace until you come to me, And I will sleep until you come to me.