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Remembering Larry Rothenberger, class of 1969 1947 - 2024 Obituary |
Mother Machree |
Rec. Year: 1969 | Added: 4/27/2022 | Era: 1960s | Director: Al Stewart | Arrangement: | Uploaded by: Paul R
Collection: End of Season, 1969
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Genre: Traditional |
Type: End of Season |Featuring Hall of Famer |Solo
Lyrics
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.
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.
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.
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Singers: Dick Plothow. Add another tag. Composers: Ernest Ball