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 roses falling,
'tis you, 'tis you, must go and I must cry.
But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow;
And I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
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 roses falling,
'tis you, 'tis you, must go and I must cry.
But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow;
And I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.