Lyrics
Of things I should be thankful for
I've had a goodly share
And as I sit in the comfort of a cozy chair
My fancy takes me to a humble East side tenement
Three flights in the rear to where my childhood days were spent
It wasn't much like paradise
But amid the dirt and all
There sat the sweetest angel
One that I fondly call
My Yiddishe Momme
I need her more than ever now
My Yiddishe Momme
I'd love 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 styles
Her jewels and treasures
She found them in her baby smiles
Oh, I know that I owe
What I am today
To that dear little lady
So old and grey
To that wonderful Yiddishe Momme
Momme mine
Written by: Sophie Tucker
