The pipes are calling. 
 From land to land 
 And down the mountains side. 
 The summer?s gone 
 And all the roses falling. 
 It?s you, it?s you, 
 Must go and I must hide. 
  
 But I?ll be back 
 When summer?s in the meadows, 
 Or when the valleys 
 Are flushed and white with snow. 
 And I?ll be there 
 In sunshine or in shadow. 
  
 Oh Danny boy, 
 Oh Danny boy, 
 I love you so. 
  
 And when you come 
 And all the flowers are dying, 
 I f I am dead, 
 As dead I well may be, 
 You?ll come and find 
 The place where I am lying 
 So kneel and say 
 An Ave there for me. 
  
 And I shall hear 
 Tho? soft you tread above me, 
 And all my grave 
 Will warmer, sweeter be 
 If you will bend 
 And tell me that you love me, 
  
 Then I shall sleep 
 In peace 
 Until you come to me