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 passagiero

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 passer-by

the shepherdess is here,

but her inner thoughts

will only be given to one!

Come, oh passer-by,

the sheperdess is here,

but her inner thoughts

will only be given to one!

Ah.