Anatevka

After a lifetime, a piece of paper, an edict from the authorities

And we must all leave our homes

Rabbi, we've been waiting for the Messiah all our lives

Wouldn't this be a good time for him to come?

We'll have to wait for him someplace else

Meanwhile, let's start packing

Well, Anatevka hasn't exactly been the Garden of Eden

That's true

After all, what have we got here?

A little bit of this

A little bit of that

A pot

A pan

A broom

A hat

Someone should have set a match to this place years ago

A bench

A tree

So what's a stove?

Or a house?

People who pass through Anatevka don't even know they've been here

A stick of wood

A piece of cloth

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