His Hands — текст песни (Hank Snow)





His hands paint the flowers he puts leaves on the trees
At his whisper birds start singing when my heart needs melodies
Why I strayed from all his goodness my poor mind can`t understand
I`m to blame for my misfortune I lost hold of his hands
Those hands that gave me mercy when I`m wrong as wrong can be
If they really gave me justice I`d be lost on homeless sea
I`ve been lost in the shuffle I`ve obeyed the wrong commands
I`m going back to the chapel in search of his hands
[ ac.guitar ]
Those hands that gave me mercy...



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