Lyrics:

At the last from the flight from Herod,
Behind the spider's web in the cave
I'm sure that Mary stopped to be a saint,
But before she did - she prayed.

And the spider spun its web
To save the holy family's bed
To this rough and fearful night
Wherever soldier's marching step
Was heard the mothers cry
The baby-boys must die!
The baby-boys must die!

At the last from the flight from Herod,
Behind the spider's web in the cave
I'm sure that Mary stopped to be a saint,
But before she did - she prayed.

She said:
'Lord, I gave birth to your son
But I feel somehow betrayed
'Cause I was sleepy as you did it to me
And when I woke up you were away
Without having been my lover,
You are my child's father
I'd rather become mother the other way!
Joseph is holding me tight and warm
To smooth down your sorrow and fear
But now that all the fear has gone
A new tremendous feeling is growing
Lord, you filled mankind with lust
So, I guess, its within your design
That my pure body needs to be touched

At the last from the flight from Herod,
Behind the spider's web in the cave
I'm sure that Mary stopped to be a saint,
And the Lord turned the blind eye
(music Dragonfly/ lyrics Brigitta Fischer)