Joan Baez - Through Your Hands Lyrics
by John Hiatt)You were dreaming on a park bench about a broad highway somewhereWhen the music from the carillon seemed to hurl your heart out therePast the scientific darkness, past the fireflies that floatTo an angel bending down to wrap you in her warmest cloakAnd you ask "What am I not doing?"She says, "Your voice cannot command,In time you will move mountainsAnd it will come through your hands."Still you angle for an option, still you argue for your caseLike you wouldn't know a burning bush if it blew up in your faceYeah, we scheme about the future and we dream about the pastWhen just a simple reaching out could build a bridge that lastsAnd you ask "What am I not doing?"She says, "Your voice cannot command,In time you will move mountainsAnd it will come through your hands."So whatever your hands find to do you must do with all your heartThere are thoughts enough to blow men's minds and tear great worlds apartThere's a healing touch to find you on that broad highway somewhereTo lift you as high as music running through an angel's hairDon't ask what you are not doing'Cause your voice cannot commandAnd in time we will move mountainsAnd it will come through your hands