O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone and all the roses are falling It's you, it's you must go and I must bide But come you back when summer's on the meadow Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so O Danny boy, the stream flows cool and slowly And pipes still call and echo 'cross the glen Your broken mother sighs and feels so lowly For you have not returned to smile again So if you've died and crossed the stream before us We pray that angels met you at the shore And you'll look down, and gently you'll implore us To live so we may see your smiling face once more Once more