My Yiddishe Momme

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[Verse 1]
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My Yiddishe Momme,   I miss her 
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more than ever now,
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my Yiddishe Momme,   I'd longed to 
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kiss that wrinkled brow.
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I long to hold her hand once more 
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and I did in the days gone by,
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and beg her to forgive me for 
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things I did that made her cry.

[Verse 2]
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How few were her pleasures, she 
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never cared for fashion's styles,
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her jewels and her treasures, she 
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found them in her beby's smiles.
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For I know that I owe everything 
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  that I am today
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to that beautiful lady so old and
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 so gray,
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to that wonderful Yiddishe Momme
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Momma of mine.
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