Mother Machree

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