Red Water - Bacio Di Tosca

Wake up, it’s Christmas mourn

Those loved have long since gone

The stocking are hung but who cares

Preserved for those no longer there

Six feet beneath me sleep

Black lights hang from the tree

Accents of dead holly

Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold)

I’m seeing ghost (I'm drinking old)

Red water, red water

Red water chase them away

My tables been set for but seven

Just last year I dined with eleven

g ye merry gentlemen

Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold)

I’m seeing ghost (I'm drinking old)

Red water, red water

Red water chase them away.