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!
Oh, 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 hollar 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 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've 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've 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 famly background
Be glad you've got a match!
Matchmaker, matchmaker you know that I'm stil very young...
Please, take your time.
Up to this minute I misunderstood
That I could get stuck for good!
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!
Writer(s): Scott Williams
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