Mother Machree

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 Twas 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