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, '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 there in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And when ye come, and all the flow’rs 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. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And oh, my grave shall warmer, sweeter be For ye will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.