Through Your Hands


You were ^E dreamin on a ^A park bench

About a ^E broad highway some ^Awhere
                     
When the ^Emusic from the ^A carillon
         
Seemed to ^E hurl your heart out ^A there
         
Past the ^E scientific ^A darkness
      
Past the ^E fireflies that ^A float
   
To an ^E angel bending ^A down
         
To wrap you ^E in her warmest ^A cloak


^AAnd you ask What am I not doing
               
She says your ^G#m voice cannot command
            
She says in ^F#m time you will move mountains
         
And it will ^B come through your hands^{E A E A}


Still you ^E angle for an ^A option
         
Still you ^Eargue for your ^Acase
         
Like you ^E wouldn't know a^A burning bush
      
If it ^E blew up in your ^A face
   
We ^E dream about the ^A future
   
And we ^E scheme about the ^A past
   
When ^E just a simple ^A reaching out
   
Could ^E build a bridge that ^A lasts


^AAnd you ask what am I not doing
               
She says your ^G#m voice cannot command
            
She says in ^F#m time you will move mountains
         
And it will ^B come through your hands^{E A E A}


SOLO


So ^E whatever your hands ^A find to do
   
You must ^E do with all your ^A heart
         
There are ^E thoughts enough to ^A blow men's minds
   
And ^E tear great worlds ^A apart
         
There's a ^E Healing Touch that ^A finds you
   
On that ^E broad highway ^A somewhere
      
To ^E lift you as high as ^A Music flyin

^E Thru the angels ^A hair


^ASo don't worry what you are not doing
         
Cause your ^G#m voice cannot command
   
In ^F#m time you will move mountains
      
It will ^B come through your hands^{E A E A E}


-David Crosby, John Hiatt

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That's better ... thanks Bill! You're wonderful! :-)

daylia