Lirama

Tse kimpt nisht besser in der velt
A Yiddishe Momme,
Oy vey ve bitter ven ze felt.

Vie sheyn und lichtig is in hoys.
Ven di mame's doo,
Vie troirig finster vert,
Ven Gott neymt ihr oyf Oylam HaBo

In vasser und fayer
Volt sie geloffen far ihr kind
Nisht halten ihr tayer
Dus iz geviss der grester zind
Oy vie gliklach und reich
Iz der mensch vos hot
Az a shayne matone
Geschenkt fun Gott
Nur an altichke Yiddishe Mamma
Mamma oy mama mein

Nisht halten ie tire,
Dost is geven der greste zin,
O vi gliklaht, on shein is der mench vos hot,
A za shena matona ge shempt fon got,
Vi an altecha yidesha moma
Momma of mine.

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,
Momme Of mine.