Dec 30, 2020, is our 25th wedding anniversary. We love the song “Do You Love me?” from the Fiddler on the Roof so this year we can finally sing this song with “after 25 years…”. We decided to do a video with a little change of words. Hope you enjoy our first musical.
Our Modified Lyrics:
Annie…
Do you love me?
Do I what?
Do you love me?
Do I love you?
With our travel plan all messed up
By this COVID everywhere
You’re upset, you’re nervous
Go on google, go lie down!
Maybe it’s covid fever
Annie, I’m asking you a question…
Do you love me?
You’re so stubborn
I know…
But do you love me?
Do I love you?
For twenty-five years I’ve traveled with you
Moved to China, Moved to villages
Given you three children, raised 12 ducks
After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?
Annie, The first time I met you
Was in my parent’s home
I was shy
I was curious
I was nervous
So was I
But the Father, Son, and Spirit
Said we’d learn to love each other
And now I’m asking, Annie
Do you love me?
I’m your honey
But do you love me?
Do I love you?
For twenty-five years I clean up after you
Give you piggyback rides, made you laugh
For twenty-five years, my pillow is yours
If that’s not love, what is?
Then you love me?
I suppose I do
And I suppose I love you too
It doesn’t change a thing
But even so
After twenty-five years
It’s nice to know
Original Lyrics: https://youtu.be/h_y9F5St4j0
Golde…Do you love me?
Do I what?
Do you love me?
Do I love you?
With our daughters getting married
And this trouble in the town
You’re upset, you’re worn out
Go inside, go lie down!
Maybe it’s indigestion”
Golde…I’m asking you a question…
Do you love me?
You’re a fool
I know…But do you love me?
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?
Golde, The first time I met you
Was on our wedding day
I was scared
I was shy
I was nervous
So was I
But my father and my mother
Said we’d learn to love each other
And now I’m asking, Golde
Do you love me?
I’m your wife
I know…But do you love me?
Do I love him?
For twenty-five years I’ve lived with him
Fought with him, starved with him
Twenty-five years my bed is his
If that’s not love, what is?
Then you love me?
I suppose I do
And I suppose I love you too
It doesn’t change a thing
But even so
After twenty-five years
It’s nice to know
