Of things I should
be thankful for
I've had a goodly share
And as I sit here
in the comfort
Of a cosy 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 Yiddish Mama
Tse kimpt nisht besser
in der velt
A Yiddish Mama
Oy vey ve bitter
ven ze felt
Vie sheyn und lichtig
is in hoys.
Ven di mame's doo
Vie troirig finster vert
Ven Gott
neymt ihr oyf
Oylam HaBo
In vasser und fayer
Volt sie geloffen
far ihr kind
Nisht halten ihr tayer
Dus iz geviss
der grester zind
Oy vie gliklach und reich
lz der mensch vos hot
Az a shayne matone
Geschenkt fun Gott
Nur an altichke
Yiddish Mamma
mama.. mein.
Herjewels
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 grey
To that wonderful
Yiddish
mama... of... mine....
My Yiddish Mama..