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If I Were a Rich Man (From"Fiddler on the Roof") - Bryn Terfel/Czech Philharmonic/Paul Bateman
Lyrics by：Sheldon Harnick
Composed by：Jerry Bock<
Today I am a horse
Dear God
Did you have to make my poor old horse
Lose his shoe just before the Sabath
That wasn't very nice
It's enough you pick on me Tevye
Bless me with five daughters a life of poverty
But what have you got against my horse
Sometimes when it's quiet up there
I think you say to yourself
Let's see what kind of mischief can I play
On my friend Tevye
Dear God you made many many many rich people
Mm I realise of course
It's no shame to be poor
But it's no great honour either
So what would have been so terrible
If I had a small fortune
If I were a rich man
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
Wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere just for show
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud
Will land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say here lives a wealthy man
Ugh
If I were a rich man
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
Wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I see my wife my Golde
Looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double chin
Supervising meals to her heart's delight
I see her putting on airs
And strutting like a peacock
Oy what a happy mood she's in
Screaming at the servants day and night
Though has to far most a
Kind yeah
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them
Like Solomon the Wise
If you please Reb Tevye
Pardon me Reb Tevye
Posing problems that would 'cross a rabbi's eyes
Ya va voy ya va voy voy vum
And it won't make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you're rich they think you really know
If I were rich I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the Synagogue and pray
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men
Seven hours every day
This would be the sweetest thing of all
Ugh
If I were a rich man
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
Lord who made the lion and the lamb
You decreed I should be what I am
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan
If I were a wealthy man
