O, Precious shade of my beloved

Let me not wander unseen through

The Pyrenean dawn under 

The Hawthrone

In the lonely dale

 

I see the birds up in the sky 

And the hay on the hill is high

And the clouds give us more shade than shame

Under the Hawthorne in the dale

 

Where'ere you walk...

I will go too

In Winter 

And in Fire

Dove sei?

Dove sei?

Dove sei?  Deh ritorna!

 

I see my love up in the sky

And the hay on the hill is high

And the clouds give you more rest than shame

Under the Hawthrone in the dale

 

Where'ere you walk...

I will go too

In Winter 

And in Fire

Dove sei?

Dove sei?

Dove sei?  Deh ritorna