My Yiddishe Momme (Live)

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