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
Mandrake-rooted deep into the soil
Where the sun won't fall but it flourishes
See the pretty maids all in a row
And groping a clammy handshake
Crawling the tightrope along the lattice work
With this hand, I thee wed
With this hand, I thee bed
