My Yiddishe Momme Songtext
von Eddie Calvert

Of things I should be thankful for,
I′ve had a goodly share;
And as I sit here in the comfort,
Of a cozy chair;
My fancy takes me to a humble,
East-side 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;
A Yiddishe Momme,
Es gibt nit besser in der velt
A Yiddishe Momme,
Oy vey ve bitter ven ze fair.
Her jewels and her treasures;
She found them in her baby′s smiles;
Oh I know that I owe what I am today;
To that kind little lady so old and gray;
To that wonderful Yiddishe Momme,
Of mine.