Song Lyrics

They gave each other a pledge, unheard of, absurd
You gave each other a pledge?
Unthinkable, where do you think you are?
In Moscow? In Paris? Where do think they are? America?
And what do you think you're doing?
You stitcher, you nothing! Who do think you are? King Solomon?
This isn't the way it's done, not here, not now
Some things I will not, I cannot, allow
Tradition marriages must be arranged by the papa this should never changed
One little time you pull out a prop, and where does it stop? Where does it stop?
Where does it stop?
Do I still have something to say about my daughter
Or doesn't anybody have to ask the father any more?

I have wanted to ask you for some time
Reb Tevye, but first I wanted to save up for my own sewing machine

Stop talking nonsense you're just a poor tailor

That's true, Reb Tevye, but even a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness
I promise you, Reb Tevye, your daughter will not starve

He's beginning to talk like a man
But what kind of match would that be, with a poor tailor?
On the other hand, he's an honest, hard worker
On the other hand, he has absolutely nothing on the other hand
Things could never get worse for him, they could only get better
They gave each other a pledge unheard of, absurd
They gave each other a pledge unthinkable
But look at my daughter's face, she loves him
She wants him-and look at my daughters eyes, so hopeful
Tradition!
Well, children, when shall we make the wedding?

Thank you, papa

Thank you, papa

Thank you, papa, Golde, what do I do about Golde? Help

Jerrold Bock, Sheldon Harnick

The duration of Tevye's Monologue is 2:33 minutes and seconds.