These Hands

The breeze blows gentle

The trees all sway

As if to wave

Picked up my suitcase

To pack up my dreams and leave

And sail away

On an endless ocean

With a sinking heart

I was torn apart

When a voice came drifting

Warm and wise

Something lifting me up to the sky

These hands that hold me

Are good and strong

I'll be on my feet before too long

My mind still wanders

Along the long white beach

That washed my feet

And the silver water

Under an island moon

I can almost reach

This endless ocean

So cold and deep

And I'm trying to sleep

Then a voice comes drifting

Warm and wise

Something lifting me up to the sky

To the sky

These hands that hold me

Are good and strong

I'll be on my feet before too long

My life's not over, why should it be?

These hands that hold me

They told me to hold on

Along the journey

I'll need hands to hold on

And I'm trying to sleep

When a voice comes drifting

Warm and wise

Something lifting me up

To the sky

To the sky

These hands that hold me

Are good and strong

I'll be on my feet

Before too long

My life's not over, why should it be?

These hands that hold me

They told me to hold on

Along the journey

I'll need hands to hold on

These hands that hold me

They told me to hold on

Along the journey

I'll need hands to hold on