| 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 | |
| 'Tis you, 'tis 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 | |
| And if you come | |
| When all the flowers are dying | |
| And I am dead | |
| As dead I well may be | |
| You'll come and find | |
| The place where I am lying | |
| And kneel and say | |
| An 'Ave' there for me | |
| But I will hear | |
| Though soft you'll tread above me | |
| And all my dreams | |
| Will warm and sweeter be | |
| If you'll not fail | |
| To tell me that you love me | |
| I'll simply sleep in peace | |
| Until you come to me | |
| I'll simply sleep in peace | |
| Until you come to me... |