LEARN LYRICS

But look how the fish drink in the river

But look how they drink to see that God is born

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see that God is born

The Virgin is combing

Between curtain and curtain

Her hair is of gold

And the comb of fine silver

But look how the fish drink in the river

But look how they drink to see that God is born

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see that God is born

The Virgin washes diapers

And hangs them on the rosemary

The birdies singing

And the rosemary blooming

But look how the fish drink in the river

But look how they drink to see that God is born

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see that God is born

The Virgin is washing herself

With a bit of soap

Her hands got pricked

Hands of my heart

But look how the fish drink in the river

But look how they drink to see that God is born

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see that God is born

But look how the fish drink in the river

But look how they drink to see that God is born

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see that God is born

They drink and drink and drink again

The fish in the river to see that God is born