Through Your Hands
Written by John Hiatt
Recorded by Don Henley
(Capo on 2)
Intro.: |(D)(D/A)|(G) | x 4
You were (D)dreamin' (D/A) on a (G)park bench, 'bout a (D)broad high-(D/A)way some-(G)where
When the (D)music (D/A) from the (G)carillon seemed to (D)hurl your (D/A)heart out (G)there
Past the (D)scien-(D/A)-tific (G)darkness, past the (D)fire(D/A)flies that (G)float
To an (D)angel (D/A) bending (G)down to wrap you (D)in his (D/A)warmest (G)coat
(Chorus)
And you (G)ask what am I not doing, he says, your (F#)voice cannot command
But in (Em)time you will move mountains, and it will (A)come through your (D)hands
(D/A) |(G) |(D)(D/A)|(G)
Still you (D)argue (D/A) for an (G)option, still you (D)angle (D/A)for your (G)case
Like you (D)wouldn't know (D/A) a (G)burning bush, if it (D)blew up (D/A)in your (G)face
Yeah, we (D)scheme about (D) the fu-(G)ture and we (D)dream about (D/A) the (G)past
When (D)just a sim-(D/A)-ple (G)reaching out might (D)build a (D/A)bridge that (G)lasts
(Chorus)
And you (G)ask what am I not doing, he says, your (F#)voice cannot command
But in (Em)time you will move mountains, and it will (A)come through your (D)hands
(D/A) |(G) |(D)(D/A)|(G) |
Inst.: |(D)(D/A)|(G) |(D)(D/A)|(G) | x 4
So what-(D)ever your (D/A) hands (G)find to do, you must (D)do with (D/A)all your (G)heart
There are (D)thoughts e-(D/A)nough to (G)blow men's minds and (D)tear great (D/A)worlds a-(G)part
There's a (D)healing (D/A)touch to (G)find you on that (D)broad high-(D/A)way some-(G)where
To (D)lift you (D/A)high as (G)music flyin' (D)through the (D/A)angel's (G)hair
(Chorus)
Don't (G)ask what you are not doing, because your (F#)voice cannot command
In (Em)time we will move mountains, and it will (A)come through your (D)hands
(D/A) |(G) |(D)(D/A)|(G)
(Tag)
Through your (D)hands (D/A)|(G) |(D)(D/A)|(G)
Through your (D)hands (D/A)|(G) |(D)(D/A)|(G) |
Outro.: |(D)(D/A)|(G) | x 4 to |(D) -----
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