Lyrics：Frederic E.Weatherly Music：Frederic E.Weatherly 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 dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bye 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 But if he come and all the roses dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be He'll come here and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an ava there for me And I shall feel, oh soft you tread above me And then my grave will richer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall rest in peace until you come to me
Lyrics：Frederic E.Weatherly Music：Frederic E.Weatherly 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 dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bye 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 But if he come and all the roses dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be He'll come here and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an ava there for me And I shall feel, oh soft you tread above me And then my grave will richer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall rest in peace until you come to me
