Hand Kisser

The lines you wrote in Portuguese

Of life and love and overseas

The lines I traced, on your face

Your hands, your touch, your melody

Your way of sitting next to me

The way I miss it everyday

Your feet were cold and tired

I was too young to build the fire

So I sang for you, you cried most of the time

I keep it all in me

I keep it

I keep it all for me

I keep

Seeing you, seeing you, I can see you

See you, I can see you

The way you stood, the way you smiled,

The chicken coop, the gate, the tile,

The way you looked, when you talked about him

Your eyes would light, your voice would ring

You saw my art, my song, my dream

And everything, from the corner of the yard

I keep it all in me

I keep it

I keep it all for me

I keep

Seeing you, seeing you, I can see you

See you, I can see you

My hand-kisser, I kissed your hands

My hand-kisser, I kissed your hands

My hand-kisser, I kissed your hands

See you, see you

I can