There's a spot in my heart,
Which no colleen may own.
There's a depth in my soul,
There's a place in my mem'ry,
Sure, I love the dear silver
That shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed,
Oh, God bless you and keep you,
In the dear days gone by,
Was made bright by the light
Of the smile in your eye,
Your fond love has cheered me