paroles de chanson My Yiddishe Momme - Jan Peerce
Of
things
I
should
be
thankful
for
I've
had
a
goodly
share
And
as
I
sit
here
in
the
comfort
of
my
cosy
chair
My
fancy
takes
me
to
a
humble
eastside
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
My
yiddishe
momme
I
need
her
more
then
ever
now
My
yiddishe
momme
I'd
like
to
kiss
that
wrinkled
brow
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's
styles
Her
jewels
and
treasures
she
found
them
in
her
baby's
smiles
Oh
I
know
that
I
owe
what
I
am
today
To
that
dear
little
lady
so
old
and
gray
To
that
wonderful
yiddishe
momme
of
mine
My
yiddishe
momme
I
need
her
more
then
ever
now
My
yiddishe
momme
I'd
like
to
kiss
that
wrinkled
brow
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's
styles
Her
jewels
and
treasures
she
found
them
in
her
baby's
smiles
Oh
I
know
that
I
owe
what
I
am
today
To
that
dear
little
lady
so
old
and
gray
To
that
wonderful
yiddishe
momme
of
mine
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