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 girl of three in bygone years
I remember how you took me on you 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, may god bless you mome mine.

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