Danny Boy 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 'tis i'll be here in sunshine or in shadow oh danny boy, oh danny boy, i love you so and if you come, when 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 | 