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.