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 are falling
It's you, it's you must go
And I must bide

Someday may he come
when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I will may be

You'll come and find the place
where I am lying and kneel and say
And I'll be there for me

But come you back
when summer's in the meadow
And when the valley's hushed
and white with snow
Yes I'll be here
in sunshine or in shadow
Danny boy oh Danny boy
I love you so