(Words & music by Frederic E. Weatherly)

The music is not by Weatherly. No one knows who

Composed it. It seems as if the music was there forever.
There´s a common belief that this music is too beautiful
To be composed by a human being and that it was
By angles.

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 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
And I´ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

And if you come and all the flowers are dying

And 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, tho´ soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you´ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I´ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.