HANDS

The boy only wanted to give mother something

                                            And all of her roses had bloomed

Looking at him as he came rushing in with them
                                           

Knowing 

her 

roses 

were 

doomed

All she could see were some thorns buried 

deep

And tears that he cried as she

                                                                     tended his wounds

And she knew it was 

love

It was one she could understand

He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his 

hands

He still remembers that night 

as a child
On 

his 

mother's 

knee

She held him close as she opened her 

Bible
                 
And quietly
                          started
                                            to read

Then seeing a picture of 

Jesus 

he cried out
"Mama, he's got
some scars
just like mine!"

And he knew it was love 

It was one he could 

understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands

Now the boy's 

grown 

and moved out on his own

When 

                Uncle 

                             Sam 

                                           comes 

                                                          along

A foreign affair, but our 

young men 

were there

And luck

had 

his 

number

drawn

It wasn't that long till our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned from the 

cross

But they knew it was love

It was one they could understand

He was showing his love

And that's how he hurt his hands

It was one 

they could understand
He was showing his love

And that's how he hurt his hands

"The Hand Song" 

music and lyrics

Nickel Creek 
please listen...it's hauntingly beautiful! 

(all photos taken by me at Der Stadt Friedhof Cemetery, Fredericksburg, TX)