After a lifetime
A piece of paper
And get thee out
Rabbi, we've been waiting for the Messiah all our lives
Wouldn't this be a good time for him to come?
We'll have to wait for him someplace else
Well, Anatevka hasn't exactly been the Garden of Eden
That's true
After all, what have we got here?
A little bit of this
A little bit of that
A pot
A pan
A broom
A hat
Someone should have set a match to this place
Years ago
A bench
A tree
So what's a stove?
Or a house?
People who pass through Anatevka
Don't even know they've been here
A stick of wood
A piece of cloth
What do we leave
Nothing much
Only Anatevka
Anatevka
Anatevka
Underfed, overworked
Anatevka
Where else could Sabbath be so sweet?
Anatevka
Anatevka
Intimiate, obstinate
Anatevka
Where I know everyone I meet
Soon I'll be a stranger in a strange, new place
Searching for an old familiar face
From Anatevka
I belong in
Anatevka
Tumbe-down, work-a-day
Anatevka
Dear little village
Little town of mine
It's just a place
Our forefathers have been forced out many, many places
At a moment's notice
Maybe that's why we always wear our hats
