I remember Daddy's hands,
folded silently in prayer and reaching out to touch me
when I had a nightmare.
Well, there was quite a story in those calluses and lines,
the years of work and worry had left their mark behind
and I remember Daddy's hands,
how they held my mama tight
and patted my back for something done right.
There are things that I've forgotten that I loved about the men,
but I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind
when I was cryin',
Daddy's hand were hard as steel when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle, but i've come to understand,
there was always love in Daddy's hands.
And I remember Daddy's hands a workin' till they bled,
sacrificing unselfishly to keep us all fed.
If I could start over and live my life again,
I'd never take for granted
the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin,
Daddy's hands were as hard as steel when I done wrong,
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle,
but I've come to understand
there was always love
in Daddy's hands.



























