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My yiddishe mame 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 mame I need her more then ever now My yiddishe mame 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 mame of mine My yiddishe mame I need her more then ever now My yiddishe mame 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 mame of mine
Translated lyrics
Ikh vil hay aykh a kashe freygn Sogt mir ver es kem Mit velshe tayere fermeygens Ventsht Got alemen Men koyft es nit far kayne gelt Dos git men nor umsist Un dokh as men farlirt Dos vi fil trern men fargist. A tsveyte git men keynem nit Es helft nit kayn geveyn, Oy! ver es hot farloyrn Der veys shoyn vos ikh meyn. A Yiddishe mame Es gibt nit beser in der velt A Yiddishe mame Oy vey, bi bitter ven si feylt Vi sheyn unt likhtig is in hoys Ven di mame's do Vi troyrig finster vert ven Got Nemt ir oyf ola habo Du vaser unt fayer Volt si gelofen far ir kind Nit haltn ir tayer Dos is gevis di greyste sind Oy vi glikekh un raykh Is der mensh vos hot Asa sheyne matone Geshenkt fun Got Asa altitchke yiddishe mame, mame mayn. A Yiddishe mame mayne. Ver bashikt un bahirmt dos kind, Vi do shvartzapfl fun oyg? Ver shloft nit durkh di lange nekht. Ven es filt ir kind zikh shlekht? Af dem tzu entfern iz nit shver, Un yeder veys gevis. Der nomen is undz zeyer tayer: A mamenyu dos iz. Ver gliklekh iz nor vi a mame, Ven dos kind af di fis zikh shtelt? Ver sholem vil nor, vi a mame, Zol shaynen af der velt? Es zoln bombes mer nit shrekn, Iz ir grester vuns. A mame vil, dos kind zol vaksn Un zol zayn gezunt.
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