Green Fingers

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 the 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
Magic in her hands
She could make anything grow
Magic in her hands
She had green fingers
It’s reaching
And groping a clammy handshake
Clawing the ivy
Crawling the tight rope along the lattice work
With this hand I thee wed
With this hand I thee bed
With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand
With this hand I With this hand
With this hand I With this hand
With this hand I