Rabbi,we have waited all our lives for the sire,
wouldn't now be a good time to come
we'll have to wait for him some palce else.
meanwhile, let's start packing.
well, Anatevka has't been exactly the Garden of Eden. Anatevka
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 shoule have set a match for this place, years ago.
A bench. A tree
what's a house.Or a stove.
People who pass through Anatevka
don't even know they're being here.
A stick of wood. A piece of cloth.
What do we leave?
Norhing 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
Tumbled off, work a day, Anatevka
Dear little village little town of mine
It's just a place
Our forefathers have been forced out of many many palces
at a moment's notice
Maybe that's why we always wear our hats.