Kathleen Mavourneen - John McCormack

The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.

The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking,

Oh, hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?

Oh, hast thou forgotten this day we must part?

It may be for years, and it may be forever,

Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?

It may be for years and it may be forever,

The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light.

Ah! Where is the spell that once hung on thy numbers,

Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night!

Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling,

To think that from Erin and thee I must part!

It may be for years, and it may be forever,

Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?

It may be for years and it may be forever,