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 and 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

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