Do You Love Me?

by Sheldon Harnick

Golde, do you love me?
Do I what?
Do you love me?
Do I love you?
Well?

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?
Well?

For 25 years I've washed your clothes
Cooked your meals, cleaned your house
Given you children, milked your cow
After 25 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
So now I'm asking, Golde

Do you love me?
I'm your wife!
I know! But do you love me?
Do I love him?
Well?

For 25 years I've lived with him
Fought with him, starved with him
25 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 25 years
It's nice to know