Neil Sedaka - My Yiddishe Momme lyrics

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 up in the rear to
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

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
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