Are calling
From glen to glen
And down the mountainside
The summer's gone, and all the flow'rs 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
But when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
Ye'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 grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me