Paroles de Hands

I will hold you as you held me You gave me shelter, you gave me safety You said, Hold gently what you wish to grow old with Like a sparrow in your hands that Needs to fly Hold gently what you wish to grow old with Don't close those hands Ivory fingers, porcelain haven Hands that tamed me, that named And framed me You said, Hold gently what you wish to grow old with Like a sparrow in your hands that Needs to fly Hold gently what you wish to grow old with Don't close those hands So these hands of mine that have learnt through time To be a brother, lover, father, friend To try and let you fly To circle other skies To let you go When you need to go Oh they'll be open They'll be waiting