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 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 

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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