Mother Machree

Mother Machree - Connie Francis

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 machete

I kiss the dear fingers

So toil worn for me

Oh god bless you and keep you

Mother machree