LEARN LYRICS

The Virgin is combing her hair

Between curtain and curtain

Her hair is gold

And the comb is fine silver

But look how the fish in the river drink

But look how they drink to see the born God

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see God be born

The Virgin is washing

And hanging on the rosemary

The little birds singing

And the rosemary blooming

But look how the fish in the river drink

But look how they drink to see the born God

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see God be born

The Virgin goes walking

She goes walking alone

And she carries no other company

Than the child by the little hand

But look how the fish in the river drink

But look how they drink to see the born God

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see God be born

The fish in the river

The fish in the river

The fish in the river

Says

The Virgin is combing her hair

Between curtain and curtain