Lyrics Marc Broussard – Oh, Danny Boy

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!

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes they 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.

Yet 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!

And I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!