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.
