The Virgin is combing her hair
Between the curtains
Her hair is golden
And the comb a fine silver
But look how they drink,
The fish in the river
But look how they drink,
To see God born
They drink and drink
And they drink again
The fish in the river
To see God be born (x2)
The Virgin washes diapers
And hangs them on the rosemary
The birds singing
And the rosemary blooming
(Coro:)
The Virgin is washing
With a little soap
Her hands have been stung
Hands of my heart