The curtain goes up and Tevye says:
A fiddler on the roof... Sounds crazy, no? But here, in our little village
of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof. Trying to
scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy.
You may ask, why do we stay up there if it's so dangerous? Well, we stay
because Anatevka is our home. And how do we keep our balance? That I can
tell you in one word! Tradition!
Sing with me … Tradition, tradition, dum-de-dee,...