DADDYS HANDS
I remember daddys hands folded sighlently in prayer
And reaching out to hold me when i had a nightmare
you could read quite a story in the calusus and lines
years of work and worry have left their mark behind
i remeber daddys hands how they held my mama tight
and patted my back with something done right
there are things that ive forgotten that i loved about the man
but ive always remebered the love in daddys hands
daddys hands were soft and kind when i was crying
daddys hands were hard as steal when i done wrong
daddys hands werent always gental but ive come to understand
there was always love in daddys hands
i remeber daddys hands working till they bled
sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
if i could do things over id live my life again
and never take for granted the love in daddys hands
daddys hands were soft and kind when i was crying
daddys hands were hard as steal when i done wrong
daddys hands werent always gental but ive come to understand
there was always love in daddys hands
daddys hands were soft and kind when i was crying
daddys hands were hard as steal when i done wrong
daddys hands werent always gental but ive come to understand
there was always love in daddys hands
