Anatevka (from Fiddler on the Roof)
tog ayn tog oys
"After a lifetime... A piece of paper, an edict for the authorities,
must all leave our homes."
"Rabbi, we've been waiting for the Messiah all our lives... Wouldn't
this be a
good time for him to come?"
"We'll have to wait for him someplace else. Meanwhile, let's start
"Well, Anatevka hasn't been exactly the Garden of Eden."
"After all, what have we got here?"
A little bit of this
A little bit of that
"Someone should have set a match to this place years ago."
So what's a stove?
Or a house
"People who pass through Anatevka don't even know they've been here."
A stick of wood
A piece of cloth
What do we leave
Underfed, overworked Anatevka
Where else could Sabbath be so sweet
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
I belong in Anatevka
Tumbledown, workaday Anatevka
Dear little village, little town of mine
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Added December 16th, 2001