"Do You Love Me?" from Fiddler on the Roof
T=Tevye
G=Golde
T: Do you love me?
G: Do I what?
T: Do you love me?
G: Do I love you?
With our daughter getting married
and this trouble in the town
You're upset, you're worn out
go inside go lie down!
Maybe it's indigestion..
T: Golde I'm asking you a question!!
Do you love me?
G: You're a fool!
T: I know, but do you love me?
G: Do I love you?
for twenty five years I've cooked your meals,
washed your clothes, cleaned your house,
given you children, milked your cows.
After twenty five years why talk about love right now?
T: Golde, The first time I met you
was on our wedding day.
I was scared
G: I was shy
T: I was nervous
G: So was I!
T: But my father and my mother
said we'd learn to love each other.
So now I'm asking Golde,
Do you love me?
G: I'm your wife!
T: I know! But do you love me?
G: Do I love him?
For twenty five years I've cooked for him
cleaned for him, starved with him.
Twenty five years my bed is his.
If that's not love what is?
T: Then you love me?
G: I suppose I do.
T: And I suppose I love you too.
B: It doesn't change a thing, but even so,
after twenty five years
It's nice to know!
T=Tevye
G=Golde
T: Do you love me?
G: Do I what?
T: Do you love me?
G: Do I love you?
With our daughter getting married
and this trouble in the town
You're upset, you're worn out
go inside go lie down!
Maybe it's indigestion..
T: Golde I'm asking you a question!!
Do you love me?
G: You're a fool!
T: I know, but do you love me?
G: Do I love you?
for twenty five years I've cooked your meals,
washed your clothes, cleaned your house,
given you children, milked your cows.
After twenty five years why talk about love right now?
T: Golde, The first time I met you
was on our wedding day.
I was scared
G: I was shy
T: I was nervous
G: So was I!
T: But my father and my mother
said we'd learn to love each other.
So now I'm asking Golde,
Do you love me?
G: I'm your wife!
T: I know! But do you love me?
G: Do I love him?
For twenty five years I've cooked for him
cleaned for him, starved with him.
Twenty five years my bed is his.
If that's not love what is?
T: Then you love me?
G: I suppose I do.
T: And I suppose I love you too.
B: It doesn't change a thing, but even so,
after twenty five years
It's nice to know!