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A-cush-la, mine, the sing-ing birds are call-ing,
The call of love, that's meant for lov-ers true,
'Tis Au-tumn time and where the leaves are fall-ing,
A-lone I wait, to beg a word with you.
'Tis of my love, my love I would be plead-ing,
A-round my heart, your fin-gers you en-twine,
The birds a-bove, they know how much I'm need-ing,
One lit-tle word to bid me hope A-cush-la, mine.
A-cush-la, mine, your lips are e-ver smil-ing,
They smiled their way in-to my long-ing heart,
Your ro-guish eyes to me are so be-guil-ing,
I pray the Saints, that ne-ver we may part.
When Win-ter comes, and all the world is drea-ry,
And sun and stars no long-er seem to shine,
The world is dark, and I am sad and wea-ry,
'Tis then I need you most of all A-cush-la, mine.
A-cush-la, mine, when birds a-gain are sing-ing,
Their mat-ing song, and all the land is gay,
When, at the church, the wed-ding bells are ring-ing,
Ma-vour-neen, dear, 'twill be a hap-py day.
And through the years no mat-ter what the wea-ther,
A-round my heart, your love will still en-twine,
We'll wan-der on, as long as we're to-ge-ther,
And wan-der in to Par-a-dise A-cush-la, mine.