Tzeitel, you're the oldest, Yente has to make 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 for themselves

Well, 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

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 a match of my own

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

And you have your eye on the Rabbi's son

Well, why not? We only have one Rabbi and he only has one son

Why shouldn't I want the best?

Because you're a girl from a poor family, so whatever Yente brings, you'll take, right? Of course right!

Hodel, oh Hodel

Have I made a match for you

He's handsome, he's young

Alright, he's sixty-two

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 Yente, 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