O Danny Boy, The pipes, the pipes are calling And down the mountainside The summer's gone And all the leaves are 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 sunlight or in shadow O Danny Boy, O Danny Boy, I love you so But when ye come And all the flower's are dying If I am dead As dead I well may be You'll come and find The place where I am lying And kneel and say An Ave there for me And I will hear Tho' soft ye tread above me And all my grave Will sweeter, warmer be And you will bend And tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace Until you come to me