Mother Machree

Mother Machree - John McCormack (麥考梅克)

There's a spot in my heart which no colleen in 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 the dear days gone by

Was made bright by the light of she 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