Letra de Good Hand

May the baying of the hounds All rapping on your backbone Only ever be just that May the saying of the sounds In your seances abound Only with the kindest kind of spirits And may you get a good gift All the silver brushes Fall in heaps about your feet On your good hand All meaning May it get found out I hope find you the hill Where you'd like to die but still Live on long beyond Just because you can and will And if you have to lose your hat Lose your hat so that Sly deciphers can search through it On your good hand All meaning May it get found out On your good hand All meaning May you just lie down