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 when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Til I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
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 ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows
Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
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 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.
And when ye come, and all the leaves are falling
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, though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
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 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 ye come and all the flowers are dying.
If I am dead, and 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 tho' soft your tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be.
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 sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
But if ye come 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, though soft, your tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be