La Pastorella

Son bella pastorella, che scende ogni mattino, Ed offre un cestellino di fresche fruta a fior Chi viene al primo albore avra vezzoso rose E pmo rugiadose, venite al mio giardin. Son bella pastorella, che scende ogni mattino Ed offre un cestellino di fresche fruta a fior. Ah. Chi nel notturno orrore smarri la buona via Alla capanna mia ritrovera il cammin Venita, o pa*sagiero La pastorella e qua Ma il fior del suo pensiero Ad uno sol dara! Ah. I am the beautiful shepherdess, who descends every morning, and offers a basket full of fresh fruit and flowers. Who comes on the first harvest will have nice roses and very good pommels come to my garden. I am the beautiful shepherdess, who descends every morning, and offers a basket full of fresh fruit and flowers. Ah. which during the frightened night the right way is lost, in my shelter you will find the fireplace come, oh pa*ser-by the shepherdess is here, but her inner thoughts will only be given to one! Come, oh pa*ser-by, the sheperdess is here, but her inner thoughts will only be given to one! Ah.