There's a spot in my heart
Which no colleen may own
There's a depth in my soul
Never sounded or known
There's a place in my memory
My life that you fill
No other can take it
No one ever 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 gods bless you and keep you
Mother machree
Every 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 warm for me;
Oh! God bless you and
keep you, mother machree!