Song Lyrics
A kindly hearted cropper took me on to till his land, we found work with the magistrate tending to his land, and in the fall i married her and summer brought a child
When fifteen years had passed they put me out upon the stones, we earned our keep by digging beggar s graves
When fifteen years had passed they put me out upon the stones, i d work until my fingers they did bleed
And in the spring we stole away to find a life anew, no one would be the wise or see my face Of, but the father said he d sooner see her die
We found work with the magistrate tending to his land, my father was a rector with a hard and heavy hand
Loving hand of god, my mother was thirteen and not his wife
I d work until my fingers they did bleed, she gave me to the sisters on the farthest edge of town, we found work with the magistrate tending to his land
His daughter was a deaf and mute with kind and loving eyes, with pennies and our bags to make our way God, i guess that s just the way he showed me the loving hand of god
She wept and said that he had come to call, she wept and said that he had come to call Hand, i became a man raised up by cemetery wolves
a kindly hearted cropper took me on to till his land
With pennies and our bags to make our way, we found work with the magistrate tending to his land
no sunshine broke the sky as i arrived
and happiness was born again each day
and in the fall i married her and summer brought a child
In which there was no sign of me at all, with pennies and our bags to make our way
I guess that s just the way he showed me the loving hand of god, when fifteen years had passed they put me out upon the stones Loving, she wept and said that he had come to call
When fifteen years had passed they put me out upon the stones, she gave me to the sisters on the farthest edge of town Loving, when fifteen years had passed they put me out upon the stones
loving hand of god
And happiness was born again each day, and in the spring we stole away to find a life anew God, we found work with the magistrate tending to his land
but the father said he d sooner see her die
A love grew strong between us and i asked to take her hand, with pennies and our bags to make our way Hand, loving hand of god
his daughter was a deaf and mute with kind and loving eyes
And when i said that son of mine did have her father s eyes, and in the spring we stole away to find a life anew, i was born into this world on the seventh day of june
And in the spring we stole away to find a life anew, i guess that s just the way they showed me the loving hand of god Orchid, i guess that s just the way he showed me the loving hand of god
we earned our keep by digging beggar s graves
Loving hand of god, and happiness was born again each day
With pennies and our bags to make our way, my mother was thirteen and not his wife, loving hand of god
Loving hand of god, and when i said that son of mine did have her father s eyes, i became a man raised up by cemetery wolves
loving hand of god
i became a man raised up by cemetery wolves
And when i said that son of mine did have her father s eyes, the color of the bluest summer sky
And in the fall i married her and summer brought a child, my father was a rector with a hard and heavy hand
with pennies and our bags to make our way
And in the fall i married her and summer brought a child, i d work until my fingers they did bleed
and happiness was born again each day
I guess that s just the way they showed me the loving hand of god, but the father said he d sooner see her die
I was born into this world on the seventh day of june, my father was a rector with a hard and heavy hand, and happiness was born again each day
The color of the bluest summer sky, and when i said that son of mine did have her father s eyes, no one would be the wise or see my face
we earned our keep by digging beggar s graves
i guess that s just the way they showed me the loving hand of god
she wept and said that he had come to call
