The Good Hand - Wovenhand

I am nothing without

his ghost within

and all your wooden eyes cannot see

the good hand upon me I took my shelter neath a familyre tree

im livin where I come from

I am I am my fathers son

see the good hand

see what the good hand done

leave it lye

let it go to ruin

to be blown thin by the wind

a heavy drone

a heavy sway

girl I love to see you talk that way

I live

I live among them

and they breath forth fire

I run

I run fast and then

I do not tire

for the good hand upon me I see you’ve chosen to lose your way

to greed with a clank for nothin'

keep your word

captive in thought

you will give all

you will give all you’ve got

to the good hand upon me she will understand

from the bottom of her heart

embellished by pains engraving

just how great thou art