Macushla - Rufus Wainwright

Macushla!

Macushla!

Your sweet voice is calling

Calling me softly again and again

Macushla!

Macushla!

I hear its 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 thy dreaming

My blue-eyed Macushla, awaken to stay