The Good Hand Lyrics - Wovenhand - Woven Hand

I am nothing without 

his ghost within 

and all your wooden eyes cannot see 

the good hand upon me 

I took my shelter neath a familyre tree 

I'm livin where I come from 

I am I am my fathers son 

see the good hand 

see what the good hand done 

leave it lye 

let it go to ruin 

to be blown thin by the wind 

a heavy drone 

a heavy sway 

girl I love to see you talk that way 

I live 

I live among them 

and they breath forth fire 

I run 

I run fast and then 

I do not tire 

for the good hand upon me