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 her 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 a match of my own.
Tseitel: Chava, since when are you interested in a match? I thought you were just had your eye on your books. (Hodel laughs; to Hodel) Yes, and you have your eye on the rabbi’s son.
Hodel: Why not? We only have one rabbi and he only has one son. Why shouldn’t I want the best?
Tseitel: Because you’re a girl from a poor family and 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! All right, 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’ve found him! Will 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’ve heard he has a temper. He’ll beat you every night.
But only when he’s sober – so you’re all right!
Did you think you’d get a prince? Well I do the best I can.
With no money, no dowry, 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’ve misunderstood
That I could get stuck for good.
Dear Yenta, 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!