Tevye: Do you love me?
Golde: Do I what?
Tevye: Do you love me?
Golde: Do I love you?
With our daughters getting married and this trouble in the town,
You're upset You want out Go inside Go lie down
Maybe it's indigestion

Tevye: Golde, I'm asking you a question Do you love me?
Golde: You're a fool!
Tevye: I know But do you love me?
Golde: Do I love you?
For twenty-five years, I've washed your clothes,
Cooked your meals, cleaned your house,
Given you children, milked the cow
After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?

Tevye: The first time I met you was on our wedding day I was scared
Golde: I was shy
Tevye: I was nervous
Golde: So was I
Tevye: But my father and my father said we'd learn to love each other
So, now I'm asking, Golde

Tevye: Do you love me?
Golde: I'm your wife!
Tevye: I know But do you love me?
Golde: Do I love him?
For twenty-five years, I've lived with him,
Fought with him, starved with him
For twenty-five years, my bed is his
If that's not love, what is?
Tevye: Then you love me?
Golde: I suppose I do
Tevye: And I suppose I love you, too

Together: It doesn't change a thing, but even so,
After twenty-five years, it's nice to know