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 mine