My Yiddishe Momme

My yiddish momme
I need her more than even now
My yiddish momme
I'd like to kiss that wrinkled brow
I long to hold her hands more
As in days gone by
And ask her to forgive me
For things I did that made her cry
How few were her pleasure
She never cared for fashion 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 old lady who was young, but still gray
To that wonderful yiddish momme
Momme
Momme



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Yellen, Lew Pollack
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