# Matchmaker
Hodel: Tzeitel you are the oldest,
they have to make a match for you
before they make a match for me.
Chava: And after her one for me.
So if Yente brings you …
Zeitel: Oh, Yente, Yente.
H: Well, somebody has to arrange the matches,
young people can’t decide these things for themselves.
C: She might bring someone wonderful.
H: Someone interesting.
C: And well-off.
H: And important.
H:
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match.
Find me a find,
catch me a catch.
Matchmaker, matchmaker look through your book,
and make me a perfect match!
C:
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.
H: For papa, make him a scholar.
C: For mama, make him rich as a king.
H/C:
For me, well, I wouldn’t holler,
if he 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.
T:
Since when have you interested in a match Chava?
I thought you just had your eye on your books.
And you had your eye on the rabbi’s son.
H:
Well why not?
We only have one rabbi, and he only has one son.
Why shouldn’t I want the best?
T:
Because you are a girl from a poor family,
so whatever Yente 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 sixty-two.
But he’s a nice man, a good catch.
True? True!
I promise you’d be happy,
and even if you’re not.
There’s more to life than that,
don’t ask me what!
Chava, I 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 heard he has a temper,
he’d 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 dowry, no money, no family background,
be glad you got a man!
C:
Matchmaker, matchmaker, you know that I’m still very young.
Please take your time.
H: Up to this minute I misunderstood,
that I could get stuck for good.
H/C:
Dear Yente, see that he’s gentle.
Remember you were also a bride.
H/C/T:
It’s not that I’m sentimental,
it’s just that I’m terrified!
H: Matchmaker, matchmaker plan me no plans.
C: I’m in no rush, maybe I’ve learn’t.
H: Playing with matches a girl can get burnt.
H/C/T:
So bring me no ring,
groom me no groom,
find me no find,
catch me no catch.
Unless he’s a matchless match!