Hands - Roo Panes
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
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
Ooooh
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
Ooooh
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
Ahhhahhhahhh
Ahhhahhhahhh
Ahhhahhhahhh
Ahhhahhhahhh
Ahhhahhhahhh
Ahhhahhhahhh
