My Yiddishe Momme

My Yiddishe mama, I need her more than ever now. My Yiddishe mama, I'd like to kiss that twinkle brow. I long to hold her hand once more As in the 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 treasures, She found them in her babies' smiles. Oh, I know that I owe what I am Today To that dear little lady so old and gray, To that wonderful Yiddishe mama, Mama of mine. 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 that I owe what I am Today to that dear little lady so Old and gray, to that wonderful Yiddishe Mama, Mama Of mine.