Boy, the pipes... the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's is gone and all
the leaves are falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
all the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, Oh, Danny Boy,
I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If I be dead, as dead I well may be.
and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft your
tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
And you shall bend, and tell me that you love me,
shall sleep in peace until you come to me.