From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the leaves are falling,
Tis you, Tis you must go and I must bide.
But
come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
and
all 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
when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If
I be dead, as dead I well may be.
Then
come and find the place where I am lying,
And
kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And
I shall hear, though soft your tread above me,
And
all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
And
you shall bend, and tell me that you love me,
And
I shall rest in peace until you come to me.