Will there be one or two or twenty
Will there be one or two or twenty
What will you bring to my stocking this year
Some coal or an orange, epiphany's near
Who am I to tell children what they should do
Did they gaze with delight
At La Befana che vien di notte
As old as the oldest of all chestnut trees
Bring me the good stuff, I beg of you please
I've got a little magic left in me yet
We hope she sees from so high the air
But soon her magic will be gone, disappeared
And the clock gets reset for my good deeds next year
I want more: not an orange tonight