Hands
I've seen the hands of the laborer
Lifting up the loads
Granite stuck to their fingers
As they built the canals and the roads
Now they're gone and the bridges span
Rivers paused by a power dam
And now the hand of the laborer
Is reaching out to you
Chorus:
Oh the hands, hands, hands
That worked to build the land, land, your land
The labor of a woman and a man
Working with their hands
I've seen the hands of the miner
Digging out the coal
Black dust stuck to their fingers
As they live their lives in a hole
Now the rock it’s still under the ground
And the mine is closing down
And now the hand of the miner
Is reaching out to you
I've seen the hands of the lumberjack
Forests swaying in the breeze
Splinters stuck to their fingers
As the lumber was torn from the trees
Now the wood from your timbers tall
Has built your buildings wall to wall
And now the hand of the lumberjack
Is reaching out to you
I've seen the hands of the farmer
Plowing across the fields
Topsoil stuck to their fingers
As the earth was split by the steel
Growing all that they could grow
To fill your tables row after row
And now the hand of the farmer
Is reaching out to you