Mother Machree - John McCormack (麦考梅克)/Howard Keel
Written by：Rida Johnson Young/Chauncey Olcott/Ernest R. Ball
There's a spot in my heart
With 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 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
God bless you
And keep you
Mother Machree
Ev'ry sorrow or care
In a 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