By the Fingers of My Hand
Used to be made by hand
Now it's done by machine
Used to scribe with a quill
Now we scroll down a screen
Used to hear talk was clear
Now it's reeled into spin
I don't subscribe with that view
And I'm not taken in
But I still by the fingers of the hand
Like to turn the leaves of a book
From a dusty shelf I found
But I still by the fingers of my hand
Like to paint a brush upon a canvas
From a palette that I found
Wore my feet down to cobblestone
On a steeply winding street
Oh how the rain was teeming down
Made rapids through my feet
Well Heaven knows
When waterfalls fall through toes
Isn't as far as my imagination goes
But I still by the fingers of my hand
Like to pick chords endlessly
With a string and wind band
A string and wind band
Well Heaven knows
When string and wind blows
Isn't as far as
My imagination goes
Writer/s: David Mansell
