Woven Hand

Big el-bow Set up your throne O chiseler of stone Wood hewer Bow with no arrow You are a mighty hunter Before the Lord All can see All conceding A bone with no marrow's Harrowing need Stands you family O how your garden grows O big el-bow Build them home Up on top Of all the other's homes Stone by sone The mighty hunter Is alone Raise your hand With your big el-bow (Thanks to Lydie for these lyrics) From Letras Mania