Celtic Thunder Macushla
Macushla, Macushla your sweet voice is calling
Calling me softly again and again
Macushla Macushla I hear it's dear pleading
My blue eyed 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