Miracle of Miracles (In the Style Of Cast,(St Fiddler on the Roof (Anatevka) ) ) [Karaoke Version]

歌詞

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. Intimate, 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, Tumble-down, work-a-day Anatevka. Dear little village, little town of mine