Album Name : The Nu Brown Sound
Release Date : 2002-10-05
Song Duration : 4:06
Vika & Linda These Hands
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 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
My mind still wanders
Along the long white beach, that washed my feet
And the silver water
Under the island moon, I can almost reach
This endless ocean
So cold and deep, and I'm trying to sleep
Then a voice comes drifting, warm and wise
Something lifting me up, to the sky
