His Hands - Candi Staton

There were a lot a things, in his touch

Sometimes the slightest whisper

Oh, it could hurt so much

I could feel him coming near me

His little noises and such

Then my man

Would lay his hands

On me

Ooh… yes he would

Oh he might touch me in a way

That a man should

Bring me to passions

Mmm, that only he could

And so summer that we meet

Whenever when ever he would

Then my man

Would lay his hands

On me

Ooh…

Oh, the kindness and protection

The tenderness and the care

When he was happy, ooh goodness me

But when he was scare

Oh oh, when he was scared

Those hands took on a life, a life undead

They where vicious and they where small

But they were big enough

To keep this woman’s back

I ask the lord, oh ah

Oh lord, I didn’t ask for it

Not a love or anything else

Not the years I spent in this world

Of a man that only loved himself

No I didn’t ask for it, oh god, it’s mine now

Those hands are in my mind and my soul

But lord, it’s you, it’s you and me that makes the power

I will pity that I will pity that beautiful man

And Lord, I’m going to bless his path

We were both, just wounded children

Ooh, in a love thank god it didn’t last

There’s a lot a thing’s, lord, in your touch

Sometimes your slightest whisper, moves me so much

Your grace and your forgiveness oh, the who world and such

When my lord

Lay your hands

On me, oh mmh mh mmh

When my god

Oh, you rest your gentle lovin' hands

On me