My Yiddishe Momme, Pt. 1

My Yiddishe Momme - Part 1 - Sophie Tucker/Florence Weiss

Of things I should be thankful for

I've had a goodly share

And as I sit here

In the comfort

Of my cosy chair

My fancy takes me

To a humble

Eastside tenement

Three flights

In the rear to where

My childhood days were spent

It wasn't much like paradise

But 'mid the dirt and all

There sats

The sweetest angel

One that I fondly call

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 of

Momme mine