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 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 oh danny boy oh danny boy i love you so but when ye come and all the flowers are dying and i am dead as dead i well may be go out and find the place where i am lying and kneel and say an ave there for me and i will hear tho soft your tread above me and then my grave will warm and sweeter be for you shall bend and tell me that you love me and i will sleep in peace until you come to me