Mother Machree - Dennis Day/The Rhythmaires
There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may own
There's a depth in my soul never sounded or known
There's a place in my mem'ry
My life that you fill
No what can take it
No one never will
Sure I love the dear silver
That shines in your hair
And the brow that's all furrowed
And wrinkled with care
I kiss the dear fingers so toil worn for me
Oh God bless you
And keep you
Mother machree
Ev'ry sorrow or care in the dear days gone by
Was made bright by the light of the smile in your eye
Like a candle that's set
In a window at night
Your fond love has cheered me
And guided me right
Sure I love the dear silver
That shines in your hair
And the brow that's all furrowed
And wrinkled with care
I kiss the dear fingers
So toil worn for me
Oh God bless you
And keep you
Mother machree