Mother Machree
Words by Rida Johnson Young, Music by Chauncy Olcott and Ernest Ball
Words by Rida Johnson Young, Music by Chauncy Olcott and Ernest Ball
Verse 1: 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 memory, my life, that you fill,
No other can take it, no one ever will.
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.
Chorus: 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!
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!
Verse 2: Every 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.
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.
Chorus: 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!
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!
