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,

It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.

Chorus:

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 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, as dead I well may be,

Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,

And kneel and say an