Mother Machree - Connie Francis

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.

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I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me

Oh, God bless you and keep you mother Machree…