| 歌曲 | Family Hands |
| 歌手 | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
| 专辑 | Hometown Girl |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carpenter | |
| Last sunday we got in the car and we drove | |
| To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home | |
| The trees were just turning, up on the ridge | |
| And this was your valley when you were a kid | |
| You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on | |
| As we neared the old house where your granny lives on | |
| She's nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side | |
| Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can hide | |
| Chorus: raised by the women who are stronger than you know | |
| A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have sewn | |
| The threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth | |
| By your mother...and her mother, the weavers of your cloth | |
| Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932 | |
| When times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too | |
| And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their palms | |
| Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong | |
| And i see your eyes belong to her and too your mama too | |
| A slice of virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue | |
| Chorus: | |
| And a rich man you might never be, they'd love you just the same | |
| They've handed down so much to you besides your christian name | |
| And the spoken word won't heal you like the laying on of hands | |
| Belonging to the ones who raised you to a man | |
| Chorus: |
| zuo ci : Carpenter | |
| Last sunday we got in the car and we drove | |
| To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home | |
| The trees were just turning, up on the ridge | |
| And this was your valley when you were a kid | |
| You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on | |
| As we neared the old house where your granny lives on | |
| She' s nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side | |
| Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can hide | |
| Chorus: raised by the women who are stronger than you know | |
| A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have sewn | |
| The threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth | |
| By your mother... and her mother, the weavers of your cloth | |
| Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932 | |
| When times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too | |
| And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their palms | |
| Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong | |
| And i see your eyes belong to her and too your mama too | |
| A slice of virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue | |
| Chorus: | |
| And a rich man you might never be, they' d love you just the same | |
| They' ve handed down so much to you besides your christian name | |
| And the spoken word won' t heal you like the laying on of hands | |
| Belonging to the ones who raised you to a man | |
| Chorus: |
| zuò cí : Carpenter | |
| Last sunday we got in the car and we drove | |
| To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home | |
| The trees were just turning, up on the ridge | |
| And this was your valley when you were a kid | |
| You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on | |
| As we neared the old house where your granny lives on | |
| She' s nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side | |
| Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can hide | |
| Chorus: raised by the women who are stronger than you know | |
| A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have sewn | |
| The threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth | |
| By your mother... and her mother, the weavers of your cloth | |
| Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932 | |
| When times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too | |
| And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their palms | |
| Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong | |
| And i see your eyes belong to her and too your mama too | |
| A slice of virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue | |
| Chorus: | |
| And a rich man you might never be, they' d love you just the same | |
| They' ve handed down so much to you besides your christian name | |
| And the spoken word won' t heal you like the laying on of hands | |
| Belonging to the ones who raised you to a man | |
| Chorus: |