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 . . .