English composer/cellist
Frederick Nicholls Crouch (1808 - 1896)
Kathleen *Mavourneen (Kathleen, my beloved)
Music: Frederick Nicholls Crouch
Text: Marion Crawford
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?
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?
Oh! why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever?
Oh! why art thou silent, Kathleen, Mavourneen?
Kathleen, Mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers,
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light;
Ah! where is the spell that once hung on my numbers,
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night,
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;
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, Mavourneen?
English composer/cellist Frederick Nicholls Crouch (1808 - 1896) Kathleen *Mavourneen (Kathleen, my beloved) Music: Frederick Nicholls Crouch Text: Marion Crawford 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? 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? Oh! why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart? It may be for years, and it may be forever? Oh! why art thou silent, Kathleen, Mavourneen? Kathleen, Mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers, The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light; Ah! where is the spell that once hung on my numbers, Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night, 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; Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, Mavourneen?