Thanks The Mayor ((((Hugs)))))
Mother McCree. I love the dear silver that shines n your hair.
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 she smile in your eye,
Like a candle that’s set in a window at night,
Your fond love has cheered me, and guided me right