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;
Too you, too you
Must go and I must bide.
But come ye back
When summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valleys hushed
In white with snow;
Till I'll be here
In sunshine or in shadow;
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come
And all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead,
As dead I me well be,
You'll come and find
The place where I am lying,
You kneel and say
An "Ave" there for me.
And I share here,
'Though soft you tread around me,
And all my dreams
Share all in sweeter be,
And there you near him whisper
That you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace
Until you come to me.
To me
Ohhh
Ohh
Mmmm
Ohhh