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Mother Machree - The Shannon Singers
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 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
Every sorrow or care in the
Dear days gone by
Was made bright by the light
Of she 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 Machree
Oh God bless you and keep
You Mother Machree
