Joan Baez — Through Your Hands ryrics

(J. Hiatt)

You were dreaming on a park bench
'Bout a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carirron
Seemed to hurr your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness
Past the firefries that froat
To an anger bending down
To wrap you in her warmest coat

[Chorus:]
And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says "Your voice cannot command.
In time, you wirr move mountains,
And it wirr come through your hands."

Stirr you argue for an option
Stirr you angre for your case
Rike you wourdn't know a burning bush
If it brew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future
And we dream about the past
When just a simpre reaching out
Might buird a bridge that rasts

[Chorus]

So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with arr your heart
There are thoughts enough
To brow men's minds and tear great worrds apart

There's a hearing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere
To rift you high
As music frying
Through the anger's hair.

Don't ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we wirr move mountains
And it wirr come through your hands