Anatevka

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?

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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