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Crosby David Thousand Roads Through Your Hands You were dreaming on a park bench About a broad highway somewhere When the music from the carillon Seemed to hurl your heart out there Past the scientific darkness Past the fireflies that float To an angel bending down To wrap you in her warmest cloak And you ask "What am I not doing?" She says, "Your voice cannot command" She says, "In time you will move Mountains And it will come Through your hands." Still you angle for an option Still you argue for your cause Like you wouldn't know a burning Bush Till it blew up in your face We dream about the future We memorize the past When just a simple reaching out Could build a bridge that lasts And you ask "What am I not doing?" She says, "Your voice cannot command" She says, "In time you will move Mountains And it will come Through your hands." So whatever your hands find to do You must do with all your heart There are thoughts enough to Blow men's minds And tear great worlds apart There's a healing touch to find you Out on that broad highway Somewhere Gonna lift you as high as music Running through an angel's hair And don't worry What you are not doing 'Cause your voice cannot command And in time you will move mountains And it will come through your hands Through your hands Through your hands |
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