Anatevka

GOLDE: A little bit of this
 A little bit of that.
 YENTE: 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.
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 Anatevka, Anatevka.
 Underfed, overworked Anatevka.
 Where else could Sabbath be so sweet?
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 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.