Mother Machree

Mother Machree (慈母颂) - Cavan O'Connor

There's a spot in me heart

Which no colleen may own

There's a depth in me 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 god bless you and keep you

Mother machree

Every 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