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Richard Thompson Hand Of Kindness

the hand of kindness O maybe just the hand of kindness Well, maybe just a hand, stranger will you reach me in time In time O maybe just the hand of kindness

O you took my word and you took my key You took my pride and you took my dignity How can I still pretend To be what a man should be Well, whatever I

By Devonside she was a-marching It was a gang of no great size And surrender was the banner that she carried And hungry was the shiver in her eyes She

It was three in the morning when she took me apart She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart She danced on my head like Arthur Murray The scars

Don?t think my love is something that you can play with I?m not the one to spend the time of day with You learn to hide love, you lock it up or find

just the hand of kindness O maybe just the hand of kindness Well, maybe just a hand, stranger will you reach me in time In time O maybe just the hand of kindness