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 willSure 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 MachreeEvery 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