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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!