She was delivered by the grace of his hands Kindness, relentless, wired to be shared People stood awkwardly and gazed across the room She walked with such elegance in the places that she knew Flawlessness, contagious, compassionate, engagement In these hands I belong, in these hands you belong Foolish, segregation, scars deep beneath the skin Of the black man and the white man and everyone in between Forever sacred was the feminine, right down to the final hour When every baby to be taken was to be poisoned to be soured Bodies turning in their graves and spirits waiting to go home Disconnected from their holy place When the museum stole their bones Cry freedom, still bleeding, still waiting for a reason Throw these arms around the world Throw these arms around the world Through the eye of a needle we tried to move the stone So heavy from its history of shame and blood and bone Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all Through the eye of a needle We tried to move the stone So heavy from its history Of shame and blood and bone

There ain't a pair of boots in my closet That ain't scuffed up and walked right through the soles And there ain't a pair of jeans That ain't hanging on by the seams and full of holes I ain't never been inside a three piece suit And my collar's just a worn out shade of blue I try to beat the morning sun out of the bed And then I work like hell 'til the sun goes down And then I rest my head next to The most beautiful thing you've ever seen Lord only knows what she means to me Solid as the rock on her left hand She's proud to be my woman And that's why I'm proud to be her man She has flowers in her hair on Sunday mornin' And she has a bud light in her hand on Friday night She's corn bread in the oven She's wild and crazy loving me just right Oh you know that's right She ain't afraid to put me in my place And she ain't afraid to love me every night, so every day I try to beat the morning sun out of bed Then I work like hell 'til the sun goes down And then I rest my head next to The most beautiful thing you've ever seen Lord only knows what she means to me Solid as the rock on her left hand She's proud to be my woman And that's why I'm proud to be her man And she can rock a dress and cowboy boots Make a rolling stone wanna plant some roots And she's the one thing that I can't afford lose So I try to beat the morning sun out of the bed And then I work like hell 'til the sun goes down And then I rest my head next to The most beautiful thing you've ever seen Lord only knows what she means to me The reason I keep this ring on my left hand She's proud to be my woman That's why I'm proud to be her man She's proud to be my woman And that's why I'm proud to be her man