Music: Jerry Bock/Sheldon Harnick
Tevye: Chava is dead to us! We'll forget her.
Go home, Golde.
Little bird, little Chavaleh
I don't understand what's happening today
Everything is all a blur
All I can see is a happy child
What a sweet little bird you were
Chavaleh, Chavaleh
Little Bird, Little Chavaleh
You were always such a pretty little thing
Everybody's favorite child
Gentle and kind and affectionate
What a sweet little bird you were
Chavaleh, Chavaleh.
Chava: Papa, I beg you to accept us
Tevye: Accept them?
How can I accept them?
Can I deny everything I believe in?
On the other hand, can I deny my own child?
On the other hand, how can I turn my back on my faith, my people!
If I try and bend that far, I will break!
On the other hand...
No There is no other hand
No Chava, No!
No! (Tradition! Tradition!)
Papa...
No!
Papa..
No!
Papa!!