O Danny boy The pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen And down the Mountainside The summer's gone And all the flowers Are dying '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 here in sunshine Or in shadow O Danny boy O Danny boy I love you so. And if ye come When all the flowers are dying If I am dead As dead I well may be You'll come and find The place where I am lying You bend and say an Ave there for me. And I shall hear Though soft Your tread above me And all my grave Shall warmer Sweeter be Then you will bend And wisper that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you Come to me.