Good and kind.
I don't regret my good white wine,
Good and kind.
I don't regret my good white wine,
Good and kind.
A husband's loss bedims my eyes,
For in your looks his image lies,
Good and kind.
Ah, tell me now, my fair hostess,
Good and kind.
Good and kind.
I don't regret my good white wine,
Good and kind.
I don't regret my good white wine,
Good and kind.
A husband's loss bedims my eyes,
For in your looks his image lies,
Good and kind.
Ah, tell me now, my fair hostess,
Good and kind.