A Yiddishe Momme - Billie Holiday

My yiddishe momme

I need her more then ever now

My yiddishe momme

I long to kiss her wrinkled brow

I long to hold her hands as in days gone by

And ask her to forgive me for

Things I did to make her cry

How few were her treasures

She never cared for fashion’s styles

Her jewels and her pleasures

She found them in her baby’s smiles

Oh I know what I owe

And I am today

To that dear little lady so old and gray

To that dear little yiddishe momme

Mother of mine