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 flowers are dying Tears you, tears 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 with shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so And if you come and all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say, Anave there for me And I shall hear the soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be And you will bend and tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace until you come to me Thanks for watching!