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 leaves are falling...
'Tis you must go 'tis you must go and I must bide...
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side...
The summer's gone, and all the leaves are falling...
'Tis you must go '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...
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow...
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so...
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow...
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow...
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so...
And when ye come, and all the flowers are dying...
And I am dead, as dead I may well be...
You'll come and find the place where I am lying...
And kneel and say an ave there for me...
And I am dead, as dead I may well be...
You'll come and find the place where I am lying...
And kneel and say an ave there for me...
And I will hear, though soft you tread above me...
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be...
If you will bend and tell me that you love me...
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me...
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be...
If you will bend and tell me that you love me...
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me...
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so...
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so...
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so...