Your Russia Lyrics - Wovenhand - Woven Hand

Medicine tongue and a heavy hand together make a fist 

They put me down and I do not rise 

And now as an old child, I'll hand it down 

I'll hand it down, then I'll blow around 

See me blow around, just like dirty paper 

I crossed my mind ahead of us 

Just there where the trees give way 

Do forgive, do forgive, I will forget your name 

Far be it from me 

Far be it from me to take care 

By word of mouth 

All young men do stagger 

And all come to shamble by heart 

We will see just as we believe no lie 

Time will tell us 

We'll see his face and know why 

Did I cross your heart, behind my back just then 

Just then as time went marching by 

I must push on, in prayer and take it by force 

Though you've said it, you say it better 

With more conviction than I