o danny boy the pipes the pipes are calling from glen to glen and down the mountainside the summer s gone and all the roses dying 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 tis i ll be here in sunshine or in shadow o danny boy o danny boy i love you so and when you come and 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 and kneel 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 for you will bend and tell me that you love me and i shall sleep in peace until you come to me