Oh Danny Boy, the pipes,

the pipes are calling.

From Glenn to Glenn and

down the mountain side.

The summer's gone, and all

the flowers are dying.

'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 there in

Sunshine or in Shadow

Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny

Boy, I love you so.

But if you come, when

all the roses are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be.

Go out and find the

place where I am lying.

And kneel and say an "Ave" for me.

And I shall hear, tho'

soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will

warm and sweeter be.

Then you shall bend and

tell me that you love me

I'll will sleep in peace

until you come to me.