Danny Boy

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 leaves are falling ~
‘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
And I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow ~
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy ~ I love you so.
But if he come and all the roses dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be,
He’ll come here and find the place I’m lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall feel, oh soft you tread above me ~
And then my grave will richer, sweeter be
For you will bend, and tell me that you love me
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me.

— The Beloved Irish Ballad

 sung by Hayley Westenra on YouTube

Look at Other Funeral Poems

How to Write A Eulogy

Download your Free Funeral Planner

Find Funeral Music