Mother Machree chords

[VERSE]
There's a sp[F]ot in my h[Dm]eart, which no c[Bb]olleen may [F]own.
There's a d[F]epth in my s[Bb]oul, never s[Dm]ounded or kn[C]own;
There's a pl[F]ace in my m[Dm]em'ry, my life, that you f[Bb]ill,
No other can t[F]ake it, no [Dm]one ever w[C7]ill.

[CHORUS]
Sure, I l[F]ove the dear s[Bb]ilver that sh[F]ines in your h[Dm]air,
And the brow that's all f[Bb]urrowed, and wr[F]inkled with c[C7]are.
I k[F]iss the dear f[Bb]ingers, so t[F]oil-worn for m[Dm]e,
Oh, God bl[Bb]ess you and k[F]eep you, M[C7]other Machr[F]ee.

[VERSE]
Ev'ry s[F]orrow or c[Dm]are in the d[Bb]ear days gone b[F]y,
Was made br[F]ight by the l[Bb]ight of the sm[Dm]ile in your [C]eye,
Like a c[F]andle that's s[Dm]et in the window at n[Bb]ight,
Your fond love has ch[F]eered me and g[Dm]uided me r[C7]ight.

[CHORUS]
Sure, I l[F]ove the dear s[Bb]ilver that sh[F]ines in your h[Dm]air,
And the brow that's all f[Bb]urrowed, and wr[F]inkled with c[C7]are.
I k[F]iss the dear f[Bb]ingers, so t[F]oil-worn for m[Dm]e,
Oh, God bl[Bb]ess you and k[F]eep you, M[C7]other Machr[F]ee.