Blessed Hands Songtext
von Della Mae

Bending over, pickin′ stones
They grow with every fallow
If I had the time I'd rest my bones
In the water.
And I′ve laid many a tear on this land
And I've buried them with my children.
So when I die won't you lay me in the clay,
right here, where I can hold them


If you come by the day, If you come by the night,
You′ll see I′m not ready to give up this fight
If you come by my door, you'll find it open
And my blessed hands will be unbroken.

I′ve seen many seasons pass in this valley
Rollin like the thunder
And of all the tools I've ever know
These hands hold my spirit and wonder
They′re callused and stained and they show the time
Not the future but the past
On them I see the fight that remains
And I'm ready for the test.


If you come by the day, If you come by the night,
You′ll see I'm not ready to give up this fight.
If you come by my door, you'll find it open
And my blessed hands will be unbroken.