Karaoké My Yiddishe Momme Tom Jones & John Farnham

My Yiddishe Momme

I miss her more than ever now

My Yiddishe Mo-momme

I'd longed to kiss her wrinkled brow

I long to hold her hand once more

As I did in days gone by and beg 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 her treasures

She found them in her baby's smiles

And, I know that I owe everything that I am today

To that wonderful lady so old and so gray

To that wonderful

Yiddishe Momme

Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo

Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo mo-mo-mme mo-mo-mme

O-o-o-o-o-of mine