Kathleen Mavourneen |
Kathleen Mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill, The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking Kathleen Mavourneen--what, slumbering still! O hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever? O hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years, and it may be forever; Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart? It may be for years, and it may be forever; Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?
2. Kathleen Mavourneen! awake from thy slumbers |