My Yiddishe Momme

My Yiddishe Momme
(Jack Yellen and Lew Pollack; Lyrics: Jack Yellen)

My yiddishe momme
I need her more then ever now
My yiddishe momme
I long to kiss her wrinkled brow

I long to hold her hands as in days gone by
And ask her to forgive me for
Things I did to make her cry
How few were her treasures

She never cared for fashion’s styles
Her jewels and her pleasures
She found them in her baby’s smiles
Oh, I know what I owe

And I am today
To that dear little lady so old and gray
To that dear little yiddishe momme
Mother of mine

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