Hands
I will hold you as you held me,
You gave me shelter, you gave me safety
You said, "hold gently what you wish to grow old with,
Like a sparrow in your hands that
Needs to fly.
Hold gently what you wish to grow old with,
Don't close those hands."
Ivory fingers, porcelain haven,
Hands that tamed me, that named
And framed me
You said, "hold gently what you wish to grow old with,
Like a sparrow in your hands that
Needs to fly
Hold gently what you wish to grow old with,
Don't close those hands."
So these hands of mine that have learnt through time,
To be a brother, lover, father, friend
To try and let you fly,
To circle other skies,
To let you go,
When you need to go,
Oh they'll be open,
They'll be waiting.
