There′s a spot in my 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
I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me
Oh, God bless you, and keep you, Mother Machree
Writer(s): Rida Johnson Young, Chauncey Olcott, Ernest R. Ball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
