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 Its you, its 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 Its I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my grave will warm and sweeter be If you will bend and tell me that you love me Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me