What These Hands Have Grown Lyrics by Waxwing
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Blessed am I to sit here today
Taking this time to carve out a place
Where I may find some rest and give others solace
To remind and remember, what can't be bought with dollars
From your pockets. Not everything.
It's something I should remember.
Treasure It its all you own
Treasure It its all that's your own
Food costs money and kids gotta eat something
If a farmers work is honest the contribution won't be unnoticed.
I wish I were a Farmer.
To be satisfied with what these hands have grown
No food of mine sits in the bellies of others
Instead this strange secret twisting which each only knows.
Blessed am I to sit here today   Taking this time to carve out a place   Where I may find some rest and give others solace   To remind and remember, what can't be bought with dollars   From your pockets. Not everything.   It's something I should remember.   Treasure It its all you own   Treasure It its all that's your own   Food costs money and kids gotta eat something   If a farmers work is honest the contribution won't be unnoticed.   I wish I were a Farmer.   To be satisfied with what these hands have grown   No food of mine sits in the bellies of others   Instead this strange secret twisting which each only knows.