As I watch you light the Sabbath candles
There's a lovely glow upon your face
While you're standing there whispering a prayer
None can take your place
Momele, momele
Mother dear I'll always call you momele
Tired eyes wrinkled hands and the loving heart that always
understands
I remember how you used to comfort me
A little girls of three in bygone years
I remember how you took me on your knee
With a kiss you dry all my tears
Silver hair, heart of gold
Day by day I hate to see you growing old
Momele, Momele,
May God bless you mome mine | |
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