Blessed Hands

Bending over, pickin' stones
 They grow with every fallow
 If I had the time I'd rest my bones
 In the water.
 And I've laid many a tear on this land
 And I've buried them with my children.
 So when I die won't you lay me in the clay,
 right here, where I can hold them
 If you come by the day, If you come by the night,
 You'll see I'm not ready to give up this fight
 If you come by my door, you'll find it open
 And my blessed hands will be unbroken.
 I've seen many seasons pass in this valley
 Rollin like the thunder
 And of all the tools I've ever know
 These hands hold my spirit and wonder
 They're callused and stained and they show the time
 Not the future but the past
 On them I see the fight that remains
 And I'm ready for the test.
 If you come by the day, If you come by the night,
 You'll see I'm not ready to give up this fight.
 If you come by my door, you'll find it open
 And my blessed hands will be unbroken.