2 acessos
| Am* || [Verse 1] Am* E* My Yiddishe Momme, I miss her more than ever now, E* Am* my Yiddishe Momme, I'd longed to kiss that wrinkled brow. Dm* Am* I long to hold her hand once more and I did in the days gone by, E* Am* and beg her to forgive me for things I did that made her cry. [Verse 2] Am E How few were her pleasures, she never cared for fashion's styles, E Am her jewels and her treasures, she found them in her beby's smiles. Dm Am Dm Dm For I know that I owe everything that I am today Am E Am Am to that beautiful lady so old and so gray, Dm* Am* F* F* F* to that wonderful Yiddishe Momme Am D Am Am* Am* Momma of mine.