Noel Paul Stookey Tender Hands
Dear hands, tender hands
'Touch my face with love
Thine to give, mine but to cherish
Warm eyes, softest eyes
'Brush my face with love
Thine to give, mine but to cherish
Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
For these two gifts I can but love thee more
Fain, I wish my heart was worthy more
Tender hands, softest eyes
