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    Fiddler On The Roof / Lyrics

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    "Matchmaker" Lyrics

    Fiddler On The Roof

    Well, somebody has to arrange the matches,
    Young people can't decide these things themselves.

    She might bring someone wonderful----

    Someone interesting----

    And well off----

    And important---

    Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
    Make me a match,
    Find me a find,
    catch me a catch
    Matchmaker, Matchmaker
    Look through your book,
    And make me a perfect match

    Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
    I'll bring the veil,
    You bring the groom,
    Slender and pale.
    Bring me a ring for I'm longing to be,

    The envy of all I see.

    For Papa,
    Make him a scholar.

    For mama,
    Make him rich as a king.

    Chava and Hodel:
    For me, well,
    I wouldn't holler
    If he were as handsome as anything.

    Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
    Make me a match,
    Find me a find,

    Catch me a catch,
    Night after night in the dark I'm alone
    So find me match,
    Of my own.


    Since when are you in a match, Chava? I thought you had your eye on your books.

    (Hodel chuckles)

    Tzeitel con't:
    And you have your eye on the Rabbi's son.

    Well, why not?
    We have only one Rabbi and he has only one son.
    Why shouldn't I want the best?

    Because you're a girl from a poor family.
    So whatever Yenta brings, you'll take, right?
    Of course right!

    (throws scarf over her head, imitating Yenta)

    Hodel, oh Hodel,
    Have I made a match for you!
    He's handsome, he's young!
    Alright, he's 62.
    But he's a nice man, a good catch, true?

    I promise you'll be happy,
    And even if you're not,
    There's more to life than that---
    Don't ask me what.

    Chava, I found him.
    Won't you be a lucky bride!
    He's handsome, he's tall,
    That is from side to side.
    But he's a nice man, a good catch, right?

    You heard he has a temper.
    He'll beat you every night,
    But only when he's sober,
    So you'll alright.

    Did you think you'd get a prince?
    Well I do the best I can.
    With no dowry, no money, no family background
    Be glad you got a man!

    Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
    You know that I'm
    Still very young.
    Please, take your time.

    Up to this minute,
    I misunderstood
    That I could get stuck for good.

    Chava and Hodel:
    Dear Yenta,
    See that he's gentle
    You were also a bride.
    It's not that
    I'm sentimental

    Chava and Hodel and Tzeitel:
    It's just that I'm terrified!

    Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
    Plan me no plans
    I'm in no rush
    Maybe I've learned
    Playing with matches
    A girl can get burned
    Bring me no ring
    Groom me no groom
    Find me no find
    Catch me no catch
    Unless he's a matchless match.
    This song was submitted on January 22nd, 2006 and last modified on January 26th, 2007.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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