Яна Рабинович - My Yiddishe mama | Текст песни

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Of things I should be thankful for
I've had a goodly share;
And as I sit here in the comfort,
Of my cozy chair;
My fancy takes me to a humble,
East-side tenement;
Three flights up in the rear to where
my childhood days were spent.

It wasn't much like paradise
But mid the dirt and all;
There sat the sweetest angel
One that I fondly call

My Yiddishe mama
I need her more than ever now
My Yiddishe mama
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 to make her cry;

How few were her pleasures!
She never cared for fashion styles;
Her jewels and treasures
She found them in her babies' smiles;

Oh I know what I owe what I am
To that dear little lady
So old and grey,
To that Yiddishe mama

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