Candi Staton His Hands
There were a lot a things, in his touch
Sometimes the slightest whisper
Oh it could hurt so much
I could feel him coming near me
His little noises and such
Then my man,
Would lay his hands,
On me
Oh… yes he would
O he might touch me in a way
That a man should
Bring me to passions
MMM that only he could
And so summer that we meet
Whenever when ever he would
Then my man,
Would lay his hands,
On me
Oh
O the kindness and protection
MMM the tenderness and the care
When he was happy Ew goodness me
But when he was scare
Oh Oh when he was scared
Those hands took on a life, a life undead
They where viscious and they where small
But they were big enough
To keep this womans back
I ask the lord oh ah
Oh lord I didn’t ask for it
not a love or anything else
Not the years I spent in this world
of a man that only loved himself
No I didn’t ask for it OH god It’s mine now
Those hands are in my mind and my soul
But lord it’s you it’s you and me that makes the power
I will pity that I will pity that beautiful man and
Lord I’m going to bless his path
We were both, just wounded children Oh in a love thank
god it didn’t last
There’s a lot a thing’s lord in your touch
Sometimes your slightest whisper, moves me so much
Your grace and your forgiveness oh the who world and
such
When my lord
Lay your hands
On me oh mmh mh mmh
When my god
Oh you rest your gentle lov’n hands
On me.
