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Ich vil bay dir a kashe fregn zogt mir ver es ken Mit velche tayere farmegn bencht Gott alemen Mein koyft es nit far keyn shoyn gelt dos krigt men nor umsist Un doch az men farlirt dos vifl trern men fargist A tzveyte git men keynem nit es helft nit kayn geveyn Oy ver es hot farloyrn er veyst shoyn vos ich meyn A Yiddishe mame es gibt nit beser in der velt A Yiddishe mame Oy vey vi biter ven zi feylt Vi sheyn un lichtik is in hoyz ven di mame s'du Vi troyerik finster vert in shtib ven Gott nemt ir oyf oylem habu Doch vasser un fayer volt zi geloyfn far ir kind Nit haltn zi tayer dos iz gevist di greste zind Oy, oy, oy, glichlich un raych iz der mensch vos hut Aza sheyne matune geshenkt fun Gott nor an altichke, Yiddishe mame, mame mayn
Translated lyrics
I want to ask you a question Tell me whoever can For which dear possessions do all people pray to G-d You cannot buy it for any amount of money This you receive for free And then when you lose this how many tears do you shed A second one no one is given Crying doesn't help Oh, whoever has lost this He knows what I mean A Yiddishe mame Nothing better exists in the world A Yiddishe mame Oh how bitter it is when she's missing How beautiful and shining it is in the home when the mother is here How sad and dark it becomes in the house when G-d takes her to the world-to-come Through water and fire she would run for her child Not to hold her dear this is the greatest sin Oh lucky and rich is the person who has such a beautiful gift given by G-d only an aged, Yiddishe mame, mame of mine
Notes
I think of my great-grandmother when I sing this song. She was a true Yid
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