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Yellen, Jack

"  My Yiddishe Momma "

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 styles.
Her jewels and her treasures
She found them in her baby's smile.

Oh I know that I owe what I am today
To that dear little lady so old and grey,
To that wonderful Yiddishe momma,
Momma mine.