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 are falling
It's you, it's you must go
And I must bide
Someday may he come
when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I will may be
You'll come and find the place
where I am lying and kneel and say
And I'll be there for me
But come you back
when summer's in the meadow
And when the valley's hushed
and white with snow
Yes I'll be here
in sunshine or in shadow
Danny boy oh Danny boy
I love you so