Hands - Roo Panes

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 still needs to fly

Hold gently what you wish to grow old with

Don’t close those hands»

Ivory fingers, porcelain haven

Hands that tamed me, that named, and framed me

Said, ‘hold gently what you wish to grow old with

Like a sparrow in your hands still needs to fly

Hold gently what you wish to grow old with

Don’t close those hands'

So these hands of mine that 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

They’ll be open

They’ll be waiting