Mike Davis
Slow Motion
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 veltA 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.
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