Joan Baez Through Your Hands
You were dreaming on a park bench about a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carillon seemed to hurl your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness, past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down to wrap you in her warmest coat
And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says, "Your voice cannot command
In time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
Through your hands"
Still you argue for an option, still you angle for your case
Like you wouldn't know a burning bush if it blew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future and we dream about the past
When just a simple reaching out might build a bridge that lasts
And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says, "Your voice cannot command
In time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
Through your hands"
So whatever your hands find to do you must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough to blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart
There's a healing touch to find you on that broad highway somewhere
To lift you as high as music lines through an angel's hair
Don't ask what you are not doing
If as your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
Through your hands
