David Crosby Through Your Hands Lyrics

Through Your Hands Lyrics

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 cloak



And you ask



"What am I not doing?"



She says,



"Your voice cannot command"



She says, "In time you will move



Mountains



And it will come



Through your hands."







Still you angle for an option



Still you argue for your cause



Like you wouldn't know a burning



Bush



Till it blew up in your face



We dream about the future



We memorize the past



When just a simple reaching out



Could build a bridge that lasts



And you ask



"What am I not doing?"



She says,



"Your voice cannot command"



She says, "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



Out on that broad highway



Somewhere



Gonna lift you as high as music



Running through an angel's hair



And don't worry



What you are not doing



'Cause your voice cannot command



And in time you will move mountains



And it will come through your hands







Through your hands



Through your hands