Letras
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
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 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
Since when are you interested in a match, Chava? I thought you just
Had your eye on your books. And you have your eye on the rabbi's son
Well, why not? We only have one rabbi and he
Only has one son. Why shouldn't I want the best?
Because you're a girl from a poor family, so whatever
Yente brings, you'll take. Right? Of course, right
Chava, oh Chava, 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'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 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'll do the best I can
With no dowry, no money, 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 misunderstood
That I could get stuck for good
Dear Yente, 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