Tzeitel you're the oldest. Yente has to arrange a match for you before she can make one for me

Oh Yente, Yente!

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—

(Sung)

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

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 interested in a match, Chava? I thought you had your eye on your books. 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!

(Sung, intimidating 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?

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?

Right

You heard he has a temper

He'll beat you every night

But only when he's sober

So you're alright

Did you think you'd get a prince?

Well I'll find 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

Dear Yenta

See that he's gentle

Remember

You were also a bride

It's not that

I'm sentimental

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

So

Bring me no ring

Groom me no groom

Find me no find

Catch me no catch

Unless he's a matchless match