Letra

A little bit of this A little bit of that. A pot, MORDCHA A pan, LAZAR A broom, MENDEL A hat. TEVYE (Spoken) Someone should have set a match to this place years ago. AVRAM A bench, a tree. LAZAR So, what's a stove? Or a house? TEVYE People who pass through Anatevka don't even know they've been here. YENTE A stick of wood. A piece of cloth. ALL CAST What do we leave? Nothing much. Only Anatevka. Anatevka, Anatevka. Underfed, overworked Anatevka. Where else could Sabbath be so sweet? Anatevka, Anatevka. Intimate, obstinate Anatevka, Where I know everyone I meet. Soon I'll be a stranger in a strange new place, Searching for an old familiar face From Anatevka. I belong in Anatevka, Tumble-down, work-a-day Anatevka. Dear little village, little town of mine TEVYE (Spoken) Come children. Let's leave this place.
Writer(s): Sheldon M Harnick, Jerrold Lewis Bock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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