Blessed Hands - Della Mae

Bending over, pickin stones

They grow with every fallow

If I had the time I d rest my bones

In the water

And I ve laid many a tear on this land

And I ve buried them with my children

So when I die won t you lay me in the clay

Right here, where I can hold them

If you come by the day, If you come by the night

You’ll see I’m not ready to give up this fight

If you come by my door, you ll find it open

And my blessed hands will be unbroken

I ve seen many seasons pass in this valley

Rollin like the thunder

And of all the tools I ve ever know

These hands hold my spirit and wonder

They re callused and stained and they show the time

Not the future but the past

On them I see the fight that remains

And I’m ready for the test

If you come by the day, If you come by the night

You’ll see I’m not ready to give up this fight

If you come by my door, you ll find it open

And my blessed hands will be unbroken