The Virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
But look how the fish drink in the river
But look how they drink to see the newborn God
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see God be born
And hanging them on the rosemary
The little angels singing
And the rosemary in bloom
But look how the fish drink in the river
But look how they drink to see the newborn God
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see God be born
But look how the fish drink in the river
But look how they drink to see the newborn God
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see God be born