Il testo della My yiddishe momme

Of things i should be thankful for,
I've had a goodly share;
And as i sit here in the comfort,
Of a cozy 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 yiddishe momme,
Es gibt nit besser in der velt
A yiddishe momme,
Oy vey ve bitter ven ze fair.

Her jewels 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 gray;
To that wonderful yiddishe momme,
Of mine.