| My Grandma and Grandpa had wonderful hands
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| With callouses and wedding bands
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| They taught me that where there was love
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| There was always a way
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| The picture of the two of them
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| Has seen me through a lot of years
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| They were there when I reached up to them
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| And they’re in my life today
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| Healing hands, something I can hold on to
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| Healing hands, the touch that understands
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| Healing hands, I’ll always be drawn to
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| Hearts that belong to healing hands
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| You and I may worry so
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| To see the kingdoms come and go
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| But we’ve seen enough to know
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| That it’s only love that lingers
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| And learning how to live can take a lifetime
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| We’ve got to lend a hand in this troubled world
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| Before it slips right through our fingers
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| Healing hands, something I can hold on to
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| Healing hands, a touch that understands
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| Healing hands, I’ll always be drawn to
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| Hearts that belong to healing hands
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| Healing hands, something I can hold on to
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| Healing hands, the touch that understands
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| Healing hands, I’ll always be drawn to
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| Hearts that belong to healing hands |