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 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 And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. But when he come, and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say a prayer there for me And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my grave will warm and sweeter be For you will kneel and whisper that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.