Texty: Woven Hand. The Good Hand.

I am nothing without his ghost within
And all your wooden eyes cannot see
The good hand upon me

I took my shelter 'neath the familiar tree
I'm livin' where I come from
I am, I am a father's son
See the good hand, see what the good hand done

Leave it lye, let it go to ruin
To be blown thin by the wind
A heavy drone, a heavy sway
Girl, I love to see you talk that way

I live, I live among them
And they breathe forth fire
I run, I run fast and then I do not tire
For the good hand is upon me

I see you've chosen to lose your way
And greed with a clank from nothin'
Keep your word, captive in thought
You will give all, you will give all you've got
To the good hand upon me

Leave it lye, let it go to ruin
To be blown thin by the wind
A heavy drone, a heavy sway
Girl, I love to see you walk my way

She will understand
From the bottom of her heart
Embellished by pains engraving
Just how great thou art

Leave it lye, let it go to ruin
To be blown thin by the wind
A heavy drone, a heavy sway
Girl, I love to see you talk that way

A small voice [Incomprehensible]
The good hand upon me
The good hand upon me