The Good Hand

I am nothing without

his ghost within

and all your wooden eyes cannot see

the good hand upon me

I took my shelter neath a familyre tree

I'm livin where I come from

I am I am my fathers son

see the good hand

see what the good hand done

leave it lye

let it go to ruin

to be blown thin by the wind

a heavy drone

a heavy sway

girl I love to see you talk that way

I live

I live among them

and they breath forth fire

I run

I run fast and then

I do not tire

for the good hand upon me