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
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
But come you back when the 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
And when you come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as 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 though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
When you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
My name is Danny and my grandfather use to sing this song to me all the time as a kid and hum the tune while doing things around his house. hearing this brought me right back to my childhood and I and tearing up just writing this post. ty op
somebody had to go off to battle and someone is waiting all through the seasons and will keep waiting forever....so sad... we all have someone who we love like this who is gone .... died
Ah I loved this song... when I was in my elementary school we used to sing Irish songs for Saint Patrick days. But I’m in high school now. We always singed this song in music class. I would always hide my tears while singing this. Their was more song like this but I forgot their names. My music teacher was the best. This reminds me a lot of my grandparents they try hard for me. Even my parents do. I love this song. I wish you the best. (The story behind this my music teacher told us: The guy who married this girl had to go to war. Witch means she’ll have to stay alone. She waits and waits. She wrote this song for him. But when you hear “if you come back with all the flowers dying, that means I must now bide...” witch means she past away waiting for him. If he didn’t go to her grave she wouldn’t rest well. It’s a really sad story behind this song)
My grandpa died last September. He wished my cousins would learn this song they didn't before he died sadly. So last week we went on a six hour drive to my grandpas favorite lake where all the relatives would camp and have a great time. We all went there about 40 relatives from around America came to it and we camped for a few days. We put a shot of whiskey in his ashes then sunk it in his favorite fishing spot. (we tied together 5 boats). And after we did that my cousins sang this with a guitar and now every time I hear it I cry.
Probably the most underrated crooner ever. People talk about Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby in sacred tones and of course, they did have their own unique magic. Technically however, Andy knew how to touch people deep with his voice and express a song with way more light and shade than all the others.
I love this song.
I don't have any relationship with Ireland, I don't have parents from there, my family is not from Ireland, but Spain and Italy, but this song give me a deep peace plenty of hope feelings.
I love this song like a dear and hidden remembering from the heart.
Thank you for this publication
Gustavo
From Buenos Aires, Argentina
My grandfather would always cry when he heard this song play. He served in WW2 and his best friend sang it. They were both being shot at, my grandfather made it but his friend didn't. Beautiful song.
We must never forget how good Andy Williams really was as a singer and entertainer. He could sing so sweet but also hit notes that many singers of his type could not.
For my money, this version by Andy Williams is the best I've seen. It's done live in a TV studio in front of a live studio audience and millions of folks watching on TV (back then, only three channels). Indeed his voice was so pure, so beautiful. And he sang those amazingly long notes with no punch-ins, no pitch correctors, no effects on his vocal... just his magnificently controlled vocal instrument, on perfect pitch, with such expression of loneliness... absolutely the best! He was an amazing talent, and funny as hell every week on his show... thanks for sharing this, Louis!
Oh, Danny boy,
the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen
and down the mountainside.
The summer's gone
and all the roses are 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.
It's I'll be here
in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy,
I love you so.
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy,
I love you so.
