Oh, way above my head I see the strangest sight
A fiddler on the roof who's up there day and night
He fiddles when it rains,
he fiddles when it snows I've never seen him rest,
yet on and on he goes
What does it mean,
this fiddler on the roof Who fiddles
every night and fiddles every noon?
A fiddler on the roof,
a most unlikely sight It might not mean a thing,
but then again it might
If I were a rich man
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard
Yada dee da dee da dee da dee da dee da dee da bow
If I were an itty bitty rich ditto ditto ditto ditto man
I'd build a big tall house With rooms
by the dozens right in the middle
of the town A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would be one long staircase just
going up And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere just for show I'd fill
my yard with chicks and turkeys and
geese And ducks for the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each lot
Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack
Would sound like a trumpet on my ear As if to say
Here lives a wealthy man
If I were a rich man Yada dee da dee
da dee da dee da dee da dee da da
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum If I were a wealthy man
Everybody,
I wouldn't have to work hard Yada dee da
dee da dee da dee da dee da dee da down
Would it ruin some vassity of my plan If I were a rich
If I were a wealthy man
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday when they were small?
Sunrise, sunset Sunrise,
sunset
Swiftly
flow the days Seedlings turn overnight
to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze Sunrise,
sunset Sunrise,
sunset
Swiftly fly the years
To life, to life, l'chaim L'chaim,
l'chaim, to life
Life has a way of confusing us Blessing and bruising us
Drink l'chaim To life, to life, l'chaim
L'chaim,
l'chaim,
to life Life has a way of confusing us
Blessing and bruising us Drink l'chaim To life
God wouldn't like us to be joyful Even
though our hearts lie panting on the floor
How much more could we be joyful When
there's really something to be joyful for?
To us and our good fortune Be happy,
be healthy,
long life
And if our good fortune never comes Here's to whatever comes
To l'chaim To life