Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 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 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 am dead, as dead I well may be Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave there for me But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when 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