Mother Machree - Connie Francis
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 gods bless you and keep you
Mother machete
I kiss the dear fingers
So toil worn for me
Oh god bless you and keep you
Mother machree