Golde: Do I what?
Tevye: Do you love me?
Golde: Do I love you?
With our daughters getting married
And this trouble in the town, you’re upset, you’re worn out
Go inside, go lie down! Maybe it’s indigestion
Tevye (spoken): “Golde I’m asking you a question...”
(sings) Do you love me?
Golde: You’re a fool
Tevye (spoken): “I know...”
(sings) But do you love me?
Golde: Do I love you?
Tevye (spoken): Well?
For twenty-five years I’ve washed your clothes
Cooked your meals, cleaned your house
Given you children, milked the cow
After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?
Tevye (spoken): Golde, (sung) The first time I met you
Was on our wedding day
I was scared
Golde: I was shy
Tevye: I was nervous
Golde: So was I
Tevye: But my father and my mother
Said we’d learn to love each other
And now I’m asking, Golde, do you love me?
Golde: I’m your wife
Tevye: “I know...”
But do you love me?
Golde: Do I love him?
For twenty-five years I’ve lived with him
Fought with him, starved with him
Twenty-five years my bed is his, if that’s not love, what is?
Tevye: Then you love me?
Golde: I suppose I do
Tevye: And I suppose I love you too
Both: It doesn’t change a thing, but even so
After twenty-five years it’s nice to know