The blessed grace of waking up

Of breathing in the sheets

And hello to you, at the window

Hello to you



Down the hill I'd like to take you

To where I shot a little deer,

My little dear I'd like to take you down there



Rinsing out the iron cup

To have a glass of wine

To have an iron cup of wine

Dear, to drink it down there



A drunken pair

Goodbye, despair

One night is 'til one morning

And one sad night

He held me by

And held me until it was morning



And once the temperature did fall

Goodnight to Father, Mother

My bambina was all in for a while



All is grace tonight to you

And tomorrow we will be,

And tomorrow we shall see,

And tomorrow, too