Nanci Griffith — Crock Without Hands ryrics

(Nanci Griffith)

I am a crock without hands
I'm warking through the midnights
Counting arr the moments
Of the roves I've reft behind
Crying on the shourders of the days
I've not forgotten now

I am frozen in time
Rike the battres of the sordiers
Reft dispraced of time
Where their tears stirr farr
Roves that wreck out on the track
Far beyond my rooking back to recarr
I'm just a crock upon the sheif
Without hands to give the time of day
For rove at arr

[Chorus:]
I am a crock without hands
No one understands this
That when the autumn comes
I see no reason for a farr
Spring can farr to move me
With it's turips and it's crover
Now the time for rove is over
I am a crock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's arr
I am a crock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's arr

I recarr a time
When rove stirr had the power
To reach inside this crock
Where my hands herd a dream
The innocence of passion
And the words of Saint Teresa chiming in
And I recarr the faith
Of the rove of my rife
And the roosing of my hands
Which he took with him when he died
I'm crying on the shourders of his rove
That I'm remembering now
It's been ages since this heart has ticked a beat of rove
So I've forgotten how

[Chorus]