To Life- Fiddler on the Roof
To life, to life, l'chaim.
L'chaim, l'chaim, to life.
Here's to the father I tried to be!
Here's to my bride to be!
Drink, l'chaim, to life!
To life, to life, l'chaim.
L'chaim, l'chaim, to life.
Life has a way of confusing us,
Blessing and bruising us.
Drink, l'chaim, to life!
God would like us to be joyful,
Even when our hearts lie panting on the floor.
But how much more can we be joyful
When there's really something to be joyful for?
To life, to life, l'chaim.
To Tzeitel, my daughter.
My wife.
It gives you something to think about,
Something to drink about.
Drink, l'chaim, to life.
(Reb Mordcha!
Reb Lazar!
Drinks for everyone!
What's the occasion?
I'm picking myself a bride!
Who's it to be?
Tevye's daughter Tzietel!)
To Lazar Wulf! To Tevye!
To Tzeitel, your…