MOTHER MACHREE
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.]

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.

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!

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