Touch the Hand of Love
When the white flag sails, covered in streaks of blood
There'll be an endless sea, of us rising up
And the preacher man, and the preacher's son
Will stand arm in arm, just like everyone
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
We shed so many dreams, I'll let them fade away
In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger than we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life, yeah
Who we are comes to life
When the water spills, the glass will break
It drips like tears, running up your face
And the hounds will cry, for the dance of war
But the sons of joy, their victory will soar
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
We shed so many dreams, I'll let them fade away
In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger than we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life, yeah
Who we are comes to life
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger that we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life, yeah
Who we are comes to life
We come alive
We come alive
We come alive
We come alive
We come to life
There'll be an endless sea, of us rising up
And the preacher man, and the preacher's son
Will stand arm in arm, just like everyone
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
We shed so many dreams, I'll let them fade away
In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger than we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life, yeah
Who we are comes to life
When the water spills, the glass will break
It drips like tears, running up your face
And the hounds will cry, for the dance of war
But the sons of joy, their victory will soar
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
We shed so many dreams, I'll let them fade away
In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger than we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life, yeah
Who we are comes to life
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger that we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life, yeah
Who we are comes to life
We come alive
We come alive
We come alive
We come alive
We come to life
Credits
Writer(s): Blossom Dearie, Linda Alpert
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Link
Altri album
- Discover Who I Am: Blossom Dearie In London (The Fontana Years: 1966-1970)
- Discover Who I Am: Blossom Dearie In London (The Fontana Years: 1966-1970)
- Work From Home with Blossom Dearie
- Blossom's Planet (Planet One)
- A Christmas Love Song
- The Lost Sessions from the Netherlands (Lost Recordings) [Live]
- Spring in Manhattan - Single
- Touch the Hand of Love
- Love Is on the Way
- Christmas
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