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...