Mother Machree

There's a spot in my heart
Which no cailín may own
There's a depth in my 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
Ah, God bless you and keep you
Mother Mochri

Every sorrow or care
In the dear days gone by
Was 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
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
Ah, God bless you and keep you
Mother Mochri