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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