My Yiddishe momme
I miss her more than ever now
My Yiddishe mom-momme
I long to kiss her wrinkled brow
I long to hold her hand once more
And I did in days gone by
And beg her to forgive me
For things, I did that made her cry
How few were her pleasures
She never cared for fashion styles
Her jewels and her treasures
She found them in her baby's smile
For I know that I owe what I am today
To that dear little lady, so old and so gray
To that wonderful Yiddishe momme
Mom-mom-mom-mom-mom-mom-momme of mine
Thank you
