Take These Hands

Father please make me an angel
 Give me wings, so I can fly
 And they'll replace the wings she gave me
 Make me an angel in her eyes
 Father please make me a willow
 Cause heaven knows that I can weep
 If you won't change me, you can hang me
 And from the branches I'll fall asleep
 Take these hands that held her hands
 And take me to the grave
 Close these eyes that saw her face
 Cause I can't look away
 Father please make me a mountain
 Like a statue in the snow
 If she found me, lord I'd crumble
 Make me a mountain so I'll never know
 Take these hands that held her hands
 And take me to the Grave
 Close these eyes that saw her face
 Cause I can't look away
 Lord at least make me a bottle
 Fill me up with the finest gin
 She'll hold me close when she needs me most
 And I'll take her pain away again
 Well I guess I'll be a memory
 Almost just the way we were
 There's only one more thing I'll ask you
 If I'm a memory make me hurt