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.
Slow Motion Video (MV)
Performed By: Mike Davis
Length: 5:15
Written by: CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ALLEN, WILLIAM CURRIE, DENNIS LEIGH, ROBIN SIMON, WARREN REGINALD CANN
Mike Davis - Slow Motion Lyrics
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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.
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.
Writer: CHRISTOPHER THOMAS ALLEN, WILLIAM CURRIE, DENNIS LEIGH, ROBIN SIMON, WARREN REGINALD CANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group