Hibiscus head in a flower bed A finger hewn planted and sewn
Oh, magic in her hands She could make anything grow Magic in her hands She had green fingers
It's curious where the animals don't go Mandrake rooted deep into the soil Where the sun won't fall but it flourishes See the pretty maids all in a row
Magic in her hands She could make anything grow Magic in her hands She had green fingers
It's reaching And groping a clammy handshake Clawing the ivy Crawling the tight rope along the lattice work
With this hand I thee wed With this hand I thee bed With this hand I
With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I
With this hand With this hand I With this hand With this hand I