Lyrics:

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

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

TEVYE
(spoken)
Come children. Let's leave this place