Mom-E-Le

(álbum: Connie Francis Sings Jewish Favorites - 1960)

As I watch you light the Shabbos candle
There's a lovely glow upon your face
While you're standing there
Whispering a prayer
None can take your place

Mamele, Mamele
Mother dear
I'll always call you Mamele
Tired eyes, wrinkled hands
And a simple heart
That always understands

I remember how
You used to comfort me
A little girl of three
In bygone years
I remember how
You took me on your knee
With a kiss, you'd dry my tears

Silver hair, heart of gold
Day by day, I hate to see you growing old
Mamele, oh Mamele
May God bless you, Mamele

Ikh gedenk vi du flegst mir baruikn
A kind fun dray yor bloyz, ikh darf dir zeyer
Vi du flegst mir zetsn damolst oyf dayn shoys
Mit a kush opgevisht yedn trer

Vays dayn kop, vi shney vos falt
Got, vi es tut bang vos du verst gro un alt
Mamele, Mamele
Zay gebensht fun Got, Mamele

Mamele, oy Mamele