Текст песни Mother Machree - Connie Francis

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