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