A/N : I've just got a few things to say before letting you get on with your
reading, so bear with me, eh ?
I want to thank my mom for giving me this singing and dancing plot bunny
and then feeding it so much that it's bigger than me. Without her, this
thing wouldn't have even started.
Also, Oracle for helping me come up with ideas for who sings what and so
on. And for helping me find the original lyrics.
Luthien, of course, because she beta-ed the first four songs. Hopefully,
she'll keep doing so.
And, as always, reviews of any kind are welcomed, though I prefer
constructive criticism.
showing up here. I do not own Fiddler on the Roof. If I did... now there's a
scary thought. I changed the words to the songs to fit the situations, but
some didn't change as much as others. That's the way things turned out. So
please don't sue.
Gaffer:
Tradition, tradition! Tradition!
Tradition, tradition! Tradition!Hobbit Men:
Who, day and night, must scramble for a living,
Feed a wife and children, tend to the garden,
And who has the right, as master of the house,
To have the final word at home?The father, the father! Tradition.
The father, the father! Tradition.Hobbit Women:
Who must know the way to make a proper home,
A quiet home, a loving home?
Who must raise the family and run the home,
So Father's free to smoke his pipe?The mother, the mother! Tradition.
The mother, the mother! Tradition.Hobbit Sons:
At three, I started gardening. At ten I learned a trade.
I hear they picked a hole for me. I hope it's pretty.The son, the son! Tradition!
The son, the son! Tradition!Hobbit Daughters:
And who does mother teach to mend and tend and cook,
Preparing me to marry whomever I should pick?The daughter, the daughter! Tradition!
The daughter, the daughter! Tradition!
