(Traditionallyrics by Fred E. Weatherly)

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

I'll 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.