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And as i sit here in the comfort of my cosy chair, of things i should be thankful for i ve had a goodly share, how few were her pleasures
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, my fancy takes me to a humble eastside tenement
and as i sit here in the comfort of my cosy chair
My yiddishe momme i d like to kiss that wrinkled brow, three flights up in the rear to where my childhood days were spent, my fancy takes me to a humble eastside tenement
My yiddishe momme i d like to kiss that wrinkled brow, my yiddishe momme i d like to kiss that wrinkled brow, to that dear little lady so old and gray
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
And as i sit here in the comfort of my cosy chair, her jewels and treasures she found them in her baby s smiles
to that dear little lady so old and gray
My yiddishe momme i d like to kiss that wrinkled brow, her jewels and treasures she found them in her baby s smiles Sophie, her jewels and treasures she found them in her baby s smiles
How few were her pleasures, her jewels and treasures she found them in her baby s smiles
of things i should be thankful for i ve had a goodly share
how few were her pleasures
how few were her pleasures
to that dear little lady so old and gray
One that i fondly call, to that wonderful yiddishe momme of mine, of things i should be thankful for i ve had a goodly share
Oh i know that i owe what i am today, to that wonderful yiddishe momme of mine
and as i sit here in the comfort of my cosy chair
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, she never cared for fashion s styles, my yiddishe momme i d like to kiss that wrinkled brow
How few were her pleasures, oh i know that i owe what i am today, her jewels and treasures she found them in her baby s smiles
Oh i know that i owe what i am today, my yiddishe momme i d like to kiss that wrinkled brow Sophie, her jewels and treasures she found them in her baby s smiles
My yiddishe momme i need her more then ever now, my yiddishe momme i need her more then ever now Sophie, my yiddishe momme i need her more then ever now
one that i fondly call
She never cared for fashion s styles, to that wonderful yiddishe momme of mine My, three flights up in the rear to where my childhood days were spent
She never cared for fashion s styles, one that i fondly call
One that i fondly call, to that dear little lady so old and gray
how few were her pleasures
To that dear little lady so old and gray, how few were her pleasures Sophie, to that dear little lady so old and gray
And as i sit here in the comfort of my cosy chair, to that dear little lady so old and gray
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
My yiddishe momme i need her more then ever now, 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, three flights up in the rear to where my childhood days were spent
My yiddishe momme i need her more then ever now, how few were her pleasures
To that dear little lady so old and gray, to that wonderful yiddishe momme of mine, my yiddishe momme i d like to kiss that wrinkled brow
She never cared for fashion s styles, oh i know that i owe what i am today
One that i fondly call, to that dear little lady so old and gray Tucker, oh i know that i owe what i am today
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, there sat the sweetest angel
how few were her pleasures