Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside The Summer's gone and all the roses falling '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 sunhine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so But when ye call 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 an Ave there for me And I shall hear those soft who tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you loved me And I will sleep in peace until you come again