Paul Stookey
Tender Hands
Dear hands, tender hands,
'touch my face with love;
thine to give, mine but to cherish.
Warm eyes, softest eyes,
'brush my face with love;
thine to give, mine but to cherish.
Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
for these two gifts I can but love thee for,
fain, I wish my heart was worthy more.
Tender hands, softest eyes.
From Letras Mania