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 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
Chorus
It’s reaching
And groping a clammy handshake
Clawing the ivy
Crawling the tightrope along the lattice work
With this hand I thee wed
With this hand I thee bed
With this hand I . . .
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