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