Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Macushla
Copyright: c. 1910, Boosey & Co., New York
Macushla! Macushla!
Your sweet voice is calling,
Calling me softly, Again and again,
Macushla! Macushla!
I hear it in vain.
Macushla, Macushla,
Your white arms are reaching,
I feel them enfolding,
Caressing me still.
Fling them out from the darkness,
My lost love, Macushla,
Let them find me and bind me
Again, if they will.
Macushla! Macushla!
Your red lips are saying
That death is a dream,
And love is for aye,
Then awaken, Macushla,
Awake from your dreaming,
My blue-eyed Macushla,
Awaken to stay.
The Irish language origins, mo chroà (my heart), mo chuisle (my pulse; as in 'a chuisle mo chroÃ', pulse of my heart - in English we can call someone a 'heart throb') Macushla; my darling, my sweetheart Words by Josephine V. Rowe Music by Dermot MacMorrough
