[Intro] [Instrumental, soft strings and sleigh bells] [Spoken - whispered and intimate] Buon Natale... In-a my house... We make-a da feast... [Verse 1] [Deep baritone with heavy Italian accent - storytelling] Snow is fallin' down on Mulberry Street Mama's in the kitchen and everyt'ing's meet Seven fishes cookin', red wine on the shelf I take care-a my family, even before myself The table she is ready, candles burnin' low Genco sent the olive oil from Sicily you know My children dey are comin', grandchildren too Dis is what a man works for his whole life t'rough [Chorus] [Full orchestral backing - warm and anthemic] At-a da tavola di Natale (at the Christmas table) Where-a family she comes first Raise-a your glass to those who love you Dat's the only t'ing on Earth with worth Respect and loyalty, dese are the gifts I give La famiglia è tutto - it's-a why we live At-a da tavola di Natale (yeah and yeah) [Verse 2] [Reflective and emotional - tender nostalgia] I remember Christmass in the old town Dirt floors and no shoes but we still had time Now I give-a my children what I never had But I teach-a dem the old ways like my father had When a man comes to me on-a Christmas Eve Asks me for a favor for his family needs I no can refuse him, dis is-a tradition A daughter's wedding day, any day - I listen [Chorus] At-a da tavola di Natale Where-a family she comes first Raise-a your glass to those who love you Dat's the only t'ing on Earth with worth Respect and loyalty, dese are the gifts I give La famiglia è tutto - it's-a why we live At-a da tavola di Natale [Bridge] [Tempo slows - more dramatic and building] [Instrumental, mournful brass] I built-a dis life wit' dese two hands So my children don't scrub-a da floors, dig-a da sand Some day I be gone... but-a what I leave behind Is stronger than any blood, any tie dat binds [Building back up with full orchestra] So tonight we eat, we drink, we laugh, we pray Tomorrow's troubles... dey can wait another day [Verse 3] [Warm and paternal - pride and love] Santino's got-a my temper, young Michael's got my brains Fredo's got-a soft heart and Connie... she's got Mama's ways Dey don't understand yet what I done for dem But some day dey will know why I am who I am Tom Hagen at-a my table, he's like-a my own son When you give a man respect, loyalty is won So pass-a da baccalà, pour another glass Dis moment right here... dis is all dat lasts [Final Chorus] [Full power - celebratory and triumphant] At-a da tavola di Natale Where-a family she comes first Raise-a your glass to those who love you Dat's the only t'ing on Earth with worth Respect and loyalty, dese are the gifts I give La famiglia è tutto - this is why we live! At-a da tavola di Natale At-a da tavola di Natale [Outro] [Instrumental fading] [Spoken - soft and fading] Mangia... mangia... eat my children Dis is what Christmas means... Famiglia... [End]
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