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MOTHER MACHREE 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 mem'ry, My life, that you fill, No other can take it, No one ever will. cho: 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. Ev'ry 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. CHORUS I kiss......(repeat) (Lyric by Rida Johnson Young, Music by Chauncey Olcott and Ernest R. Ball,1910) Interestingly - Chauncey Olcott was also involved with My Wild Irish Rose and When Irish Eyes are Smiling - quite prolific. RB @Irish @mother filename[ MACREE RB APR99 |
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