| These hands don’t mind the dirt |
| They’re not afraid to hurt |
| Spend all day working away just to come home to you |
| These hands, they cut and bleed |
| They ache all day until I sleep |
| But never too tired to come to rescue |
| And it could be raining, it could be pouring |
| It could be snowing, it could be storming |
| These hands will be there for you |
| And understand what you need them to |
| They’ll always be here close enough |
| My legs, they walk 1000 miles |
| Won’t rest until I see your smile |
| And my heart’s where you are and I can’t get there fast enough |
| Your love is the sweetest thing |
| My soul is everything |
| With every breath I confess I’ve never felt this much |
| And it could be raining, it could be pouring |
| It could be snowing, it could be storming |
| These hands will be there for you |
| And understand what you need them to |
| They’ll always be here close enough |
| To pull you through |
| These hands |