(Words & music by Frederic E. Weatherly)

The music is not by Weatherly. No one knows who
Composed it. It seems as if the music was there forever.
There's a common belief that this music is too beautiful
To be composed by a human being and that it was
By angles.

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
Its you, its you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or hen the valley's hushed and white with snow
Its I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

And if you come and all the flow'rs 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 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.