| Song | Through Your Hands |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Play Me Backwards |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| You were dreaming on a park bench | |
| 'Bout 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." | |
| 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." | |
| 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 high | |
| As music flying | |
| Through the angel's hair. | |
| Don't ask what you are not doing | |
| Because your voice cannot command | |
| In time we will move mountains | |
| And it will come through your hands |
| zuo ci : Hiatt | |
| You were dreaming on a park bench | |
| ' Bout 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." | |
| 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." | |
| 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 high | |
| As music flying | |
| Through the angel' s hair. | |
| Don' t ask what you are not doing | |
| Because your voice cannot command | |
| In time we will move mountains | |
| And it will come through your hands |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| You were dreaming on a park bench | |
| ' Bout 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." | |
| 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." | |
| 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 high | |
| As music flying | |
| Through the angel' s hair. | |
| Don' t ask what you are not doing | |
| Because your voice cannot command | |
| In time we will move mountains | |
| And it will come through your hands |