What These Hands Have Grown Lyrics - Waxwing

Blessed am I to sit here today 

Taking this time to carve out a place 

Where I may find some rest and give others solace 

To remind and remember, what can't be bought with dollars 

From your pockets. Not everything. 

It's something I should remember. 

Treasure It its all you own 

Treasure It its all that's your own 

Food costs money and kids gotta eat something 

If a farmers work is honest the contribution won't be unnoticed. 

I wish I were a Farmer. 

To be satisfied with what these hands have grown 

No food of mine sits in the bellies of others 

Instead this strange secret twisting which each only knows.