She carried me in her arms
With nimble hands she let me grow
I trust her touch
And the love all the years
Now wrinkled but wonderful
And movements slow but full of grace and memories
Those hands that nurtured my body and soul
With nimble hands she let me grow
I trust her touch
And the love all the years
Now wrinkled but wonderful
And movements slow but full of grace and memories
Those hands that nurtured my body and soul