Oh Danny Boy the pipes the pipes are callingnFrom glen to glen and down the mountain sidenThe summer's gone and all the flowers dyingn'Tis you 'tis you must go and I must bidennBut come ye back when summer's in the meadownOr when the valley's hushed and white with snown'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadownOh Danny Boy oh Danny Boy I love you sonnBut when ye come and all the roses fallingnAnd I am dead as dead I well may benGo out and find the place where I am lyingnAnd kneel and say an Ave there for mennAnd I will hear tho' soft your tread above menAnd then my grave will warm and sweeter benFor you shall bend and tell me that you love menAnd I will sleep in peace until you come to men