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   I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow   Oh Danny Boy oh Danny Boy I love you so But if you come and all the flowers are dying   And I am dead and 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 will know tho' soft you tread above me And all my grave will richer sweeter be   And you'll bend down and tell me that you love me  And I will rest in peace until you come to me