Natalie Macmaster In My Hands
I see your shape and I'm attracted
I touch your neck and I'm tempted
I feel the spirit that lies within
When I hold you in my hands
This is the heart you've settled upon
And these are the arms you'll be cradled on
Those are the feet that dance to your tune
And this is the soul that will keep you
People have carved you and generations mould you
Time had carried you, tradition beholds you
What time has taken passion has kept
What my heart has felt the music has sent
Through your voice I hear your stories
And in these hands they become my own
And the old times and old memories
Call to life beneath my bow
I see your shape and I'm attracted
I touch your neck and I'm tempted
I feel the spirit that lies within
When I hold you in my hands
In my hands
