George Morgan 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 mem'ry 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
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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...