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
`Tis you, `tis you must go and I must bide.
But come you back when summer`s in the meadow
Or all 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, when all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
Then if you bend and tell me that you love me
Ill sleep in peace until you come to me
But come ye back when summer`s in the meadow
Or all 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.