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
Ev'ry 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 Oh, God bless you and keep you Mother MachreeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
