Oh.. Danny Boy, the pipes,
the pipes are call..ing.
From glen to glen..,
and down the mountain side.
The summer’s gone, and all the ro..ses fall..ing.
It’s you, it’s you.. must go..and I.. must bide.
* But come ye back…when summer’s
in the mea..dow.
Oh! When the val…leys hushed
and white with snow.
It’s I’ll be here… in shunshine.. or in sha..dow..
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 maybe..
Ye’ll come and find… the place.. where I am lying.
And kneel and say an ave there for me.
And I shall hea though soft You tread above me.
For you will bend and tell me that you love me.
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.