Amelia Curran - Hunter Hunter

Hands on a Grain of Sand

Hounds are broodin' in my bones
But I am a good dog runnin' halfway home
Hear the lonely promenade
Come to nurse the tender terrways

All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.

All colours you can see
Cover the borders of a masterpiece
Time can paint the best of me
Over the unclear eyes of memory

All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.

Cover love from sympathy
Be my maker, set me free
Truer hearts could not contain
How I cover love but I have not changed

If I had the past undone
Then I would give my heart to everyone
Hounds are turning, doves have flown
But I am a good dog running halfway home

All hands on a grain of sand;
Half smallest things are the high demand.
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.

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Writer(s): Amelia Curran
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