My yiddishe momme

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My yiddishe momme
Of things I should be thankful for
I've had a goodly share
And as I sit here in the comfort
of my cosy chair

My fancy takes me to a humble
eastside tenement
three flights up in the rear
to where my childhood days were spent
It wasn't much like Paradise
but 'mid the dirt and all
There sat the sweetest angel,
one that I fondly call

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My yiddishe momme
I need her more then ever now
My yiddishe momme
I'd like to kiss that wrinkled brow
I long to hold her hands
once more as in days gone by
and ask her to forgive me
for things I did that made her cry
How few were her pleasures,
she never cared for fashion's styles
Her jewels and treasures
she found them in her baby's smiles
oh I know that I owe
what I am today
to that dear little lady
so old and gray
to that wonderful yiddishe momme,
momme of mine!