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,
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,
It´s 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,
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 you tread above me,
And all my grave will 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!