I remember Daddy麓s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy麓s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I麓ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I麓ll always remember the love in Daddy麓s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin麓.
Daddy麓s hands, were hard as steel when I麓d done wrong.
Daddy麓s hands, weren麓t always gentle
But I麓ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy麓s hands.
I remember Daddy麓s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I麓d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy麓s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin麓.
Daddy麓s hands, were hard as steel when I麓d done wrong.
Daddy麓s hands, weren麓t always gentle
But I麓ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy麓s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin麓.
Daddy麓s hands, were hard as steel when I麓d done wrong.
Daddy麓s hands, weren麓t always gentle
But I麓ve come to understand.
There was always love .....
In Daddy麓s hands.
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