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 flowers are dying
It's you, It's 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
If I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so.

And if you come when all the stars are calling
If I am dead and dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
You'll kneel and say a loving prayer for me.

And I shall hear the soft tradewind above me
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be
And you will kneel and whisper that you love me
And I shall sleep in piece until you come to me...