Kate Smith
Mother Machree
There's a spot in my heart,Which no colleen 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 silverThat 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.Every sorrow or careIn the dear days gone by,Was made bright by the lightOf the smile in your eye,Like a candle that's setIn the window at night,Your fond love has cheered meAnd guided me right.
From Letras Mania