The Memory of Her Hands - Bao Binh
Born with a special proof of forgotten days
Dreams and daylights soft interlace
I used to rest beneath a tender shade
Where drifting leaves and river music played
Her gentle hands would calm my restless sigh
Let someone lost return from far sky
But waking up the truth cut through the pain
That child was only in a dream
Oh the memory of her hands
Soft as dawn on quiet sands
I reach out through the years gone by
Chasing echoes in the lullaby
Oh the memory of her hands
Fading slow like distant bands
After that day I walked alone for long
Trying to tame a heart that had grown strong
Past was filled with whispers of the past
Moments blooming far too bright to last
I knew someday the world would toll me far
Beyond the gentle glow of who you are
Oh the memory of her hands
Soft as dawn on quiet sands
I reach out through the years gone by
Chasing echoes in the lullaby
Oh the memory of her hands
Fading slow like distant bands
Still when night falls deep and grand
I feel again
That phantom hand
