The Hand Song

The boy only wanted to give Mother something

And all of her roses had bloomed

Looking at her as he came rushing in with them

Knowing her roses were doomed

All she could see were some thorns buried deep

And the tears that he cried as she tended his wounds

And she knew it was love

It was one she could understand

He was showing his love

And that's how he hurt his hands

He still remembers that night as child

On his mother's knee

She held him close and she opened her bible

And quietly started to read

And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out

"Momma, he's got some scars just like me."

And he knew it was love

It was one he could understand

He was showing his love

And that's how he hurt his hands

Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own

When Uncle Sam comes along

A foreign affair, but our young men were there

And luck had his number drawn

It wasn't that long till our hero was gone

He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross

But they knew it was love

It was one they could understand

He was showing his love

And that's how he hurt his hands

It was one they could understand

He was showing his love

And that's how he hurt his hands