Oh Dan - ny boy, the pipes, the pipes are cal - ling
And when you come, and all the flowers are dy - ing
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
But come ye back when sum - mer's in the mea - dow
Or when the val - ley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be there in sun - shine or in shadow
Oh Dan - ny boy, oh Dan - ny boy, I love you so.