Lyrics to Blessed Hands

Bending over, picking 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

And 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 the seasons pass in this valley

Rolling like the thunder

And of all the tools that I've ever owned

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

But 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