Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.<br />From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.<br />The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying.<br />It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.<br />But come ye back when summer's in the meadow.<br />Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.<br />I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.<br />Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so.<br />But if you come, when all the flowers are dying,<br />And I am dead, as dead I well may be,<br />You'll come and find the place where I am lying,<br />And kneel and say an "ave" there for me.<br />And I will know, though soft you tread above me,<br />And then my grave will richer, sweeter be.<br />And you'll bend down and tell me that you love me,<br />And I will rest in peace until you come to me.<br />
