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 the smile in your eye,



Like a candle that's set

In the window at night,

Your fond love has cheered me

And guided me right.

Writer : BALL, ERNEST R. / OLCOTT, CHAUNCEY / YOUNG, RIDA JOHNSON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC