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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