My Yiddishe momme I need her more than ever now My Yiddishe momme Id like to kiss her wrinkled brow I long to hold her hand 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 her treasures She found them in her babys smiles Oh I know that I owe what I am today To that dear little lady whos gone away To that wonderful Yiddishe momme momme, momme of mine