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Polly and Garden Girl - when my son was married (to a Jewish girl) twelve years ago, at the reception, my son came up to me, and bowed and took my hand.

I didn’t know what was going on, but I stood up, and walked with him, alone onto the huge ball-room floor. The orchestra started playing this song, and the voice was exactally like the one on this clip. There I was, dancing with my son on his wedding day. The tears started, and had a hard time stopping:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTwbQlJKY5E

SUNRISE, SUNSET - Fiddler on the Roof

(Tevye)
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?

(Golde)
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?

(Tevye)
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?

(Golde)
Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?

(Men)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

(Women)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

(Tevye)
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?

(Golde)
Now they must learn from one another
Day by day

(Perchik)
They look so natural together

(Hodel)
Just like two newlyweds should be

(Perchik & Hodel)
Is there a canopy in store for me?

(All)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears