Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From Glen to Glen and down the mountain side
And the summer's gone, all the leaves are 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
I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow
Or when the winter's white and hushed with snow
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so
