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His hands paint the flowers he puts leaves on the trees
At his whisper birds start singing when my heart needs melodies
Why I strayed from all his goodness my poor mind can't understand
I'm to blame for my misfortune I lost hold of his hands
Those hands that gave me mercy when I'm wrong as wrong can be
If they really gave me justice I'd be lost on homeless sea
I've been lost in the shuffle I've obeyed the wrong command
I'm going back to the chapel in search of his hands
Those hands that gave me mercy when I'm wrong as wrong can be
If they really gave me justice I'd be lost on homeless sea
I've been lost in the shuffle I've obeyed the wrong command
I'm going back to the chapel in search of his hands
- Álbum:
- Miscellaneous
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 4
- Gospel Train
- When Tragedy Struck
- Hank Snow Sings Sacred Songs
- Country & Western Jamboree
- Old Doc Brown and Other Narrations by Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Salutes Jimmie Rodgers
- Country Classics
- Hank Snow Sings
- Legend Of Old Doc Brown
- Songs Of Tragedy
- Souvenirs
- Hello Love
- When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold
- The Jimmie Rodgers Story
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 3
- Hits Hits And More Hits
- Spanish Fire Ball And Other Great Hank Snow Stylin
- The Singing Ranger