Della Mae Blessed Hands Lyrics

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