| Am* ||
[Verse 1]
Am* E*
My Yiddishe Momme, I miss her more than ever now,
E* Am*
my Yiddishe Momme, I'd longed to kiss that wrinkled brow.
Dm* Am*
I long to hold her hand once more and I did in the days gone by,
E* Am*
and beg her to forgive me for things I did that made her cry.
[Verse 2]
Am E
How few were her pleasures, she never cared for fashion's styles,
E Am
her jewels and her treasures, she found them in her beby's smiles.
Dm Am Dm Dm
For I know that I owe everything that I am today
Am E Am Am
to that beautiful lady so old and so gray,
Dm* Am* F* F* F*
to that wonderful Yiddishe Momme
Am D Am Am* Am*
Momma of mine.
