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
Artist: Lisa Loeb
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.