The fish in the river
The virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
Her hair is gold
The fine silver comb
But look how They drink
The fish in the river
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 being born
The virgin is washing
And in the rosemary tending
The little angels singing
And the rosemary blooming
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see the born God
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see the God born

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