Nun ruhen alle Wälder, Vieh, Menschen, Städt' und Felder: Es schläft die ganze Welt Ihr aber, meine Sinnen, Auf, auf, ihr sollt beginnen Was eurem Schöpfer wohlgefällt Breit aus die Flügel beide, O Jesu, meine Freude, Und nimm dein Küchlein ein!

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find

(Move your body, move your body) Your body's poetry, speak to me Won't you let me be your rhythm tonight? I wanna be your muse, use my music And let me be your rhythm tonight Poetry in your body Oh (woh uh uh) oh (woh uh uh uh) Your body's poetry Move