Of things I should be thankful for, I've had my goodly share.
And as I sit here in the comfort of my cozy chair.
My fancy takes me to a humble East Side tenement.
Four flights up to the rear, 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…….

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My Yiddishe Momma, I need her more than ever now.
My Yiddishe Momma, I’d love to kiss her wrinkled brow.
I long to hold her hand once more as in days gone bye,
And as her to forgive me for things I did that made her cry.

How few were her pleasures, she never cared for fashions styles.
Her jewels and her 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 Momma, of mine