she cast a spell

Lyrics: Douglas Hyde 1945

 

She casts a spell, oh, casts a spell!

which haunts me more than I can tell.

Dearer, because she makes me ill,

but who would will to make me well.

 

She is my store! oh, she my store!

whose grey eye wounded me so sore,

who will not place in mine her palm,

nor love, nor calm me any more.

 

She is my dear, oh, she my dear!

who cares not whether I be here.

who will not weep when I am dead,

but makes me shed the silent tear.

 

Hard my case, oh, hard my case!

for in her eye no hope I trace,

she will not hear me any more,

but I adore her silent face.

 

She it is who stole my heart,

and left a void and aching smart;

But if she soften not her eye,

I know that life and I must part.

 

She is my choice, oh, she my choice!

who never made me to rejoice;

who caused my heart to ache so oft,

who put no softness in her voice.

 

She casts a spell, oh, casts a spell!

which haunts me more than I can tell.

dearer, because she makes me ill

than who would will to make me well.