Through Your Hands 歌词

	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

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