These Hands - Acoustic

The breeze blows gentle
The trees all sway
As if to wave
I picked up my suitcase
To pack up my dreams and leave
And sail away
On an endless ocean
With a sinking heart
I was torn apart
When a voice came drifting
Warm and wise
Something lifting me up
To the sky

These hands that hold me
Are good and strong
I'll be on my feet
Before too long

My mind still wanders
Along the long white beach
That washed my feet
And the silver water
Under an island moon
I can almost reach
This endless ocean
Is so cold and deep
And I'm trying to sleep
When a voice comes drifting
Warm and wise
Something lifting me up
To the sky
To the sky

These hands that hold me
Are good and strong
I'll be on my feet
Before too long
My life's not over
Why should it be?
These hands that hold me
They told me to hold on
Along the journey
I'll need hands to hold on

These hands that hold me
They told me to hold on
Along the journey
I'll need hands to hold on