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