LYRIC

MATCHMAKER- Fiddler On The Roof- Composed By Jerry Bock & Sheldon Harnick

Well, somebody has to arrange the matches,
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 holler
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 match,
Of my own.

Since when are you 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 Yenta 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 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 heard he has a temper.
He’ll beat you every night,
But only when he’s sober,
So you’ll be alright.
Did you think you’d get a prince?
Well I’ll find the best I can.
With no dowry, no money, no family background
Be glad you got a man!

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
You know that I’m
Still very young.
Please, take your time.

Up to this minute,
I misunderstood
That I could get stuck for good.

Dear 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.