Mother Machree کے بول

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 [ strings ] I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me Oh God bless you and keep you mother machree