They're often joined and sometimes they're free
They make kites, they write books
Sometimes they're open, sometimes they're filed
Some people close them and some people stretch them out
We put them over the heart, we slip them in pockets
They build parks where kids go run
If they sometimes serve to punish around the world
We could join them, that'd make a circle
Those that hold weapons, those that dry tears
That comfort children
Those that unite us, those that punish us
My hand, I stretch it out
Give me your hand, kid, and you take hers
And we'll make a circle, a chain
Give me your hand, kid, and you take hers
We'll spin around but with hands full
Give me your hand, kid, and
We'll spin around, hands full
Sometimes they're happy, sometimes they're so lonely
When they're wandering you take them in the face
They're often naked, some people glove them
We stake them to be cut, some people ask for them
Those that hold weapons, those that dry tears
That comfort children
Those that unite us, those that punish us
Me, your hand, I hold it out
Give me your hand, kid, and you take hers
And we'll make a circle, a chain
Give me your hand, kid, and you take hers
We'll spin around but with hands full
Give me your hand, kid, and
We'll spin around, hands full
I was lost, you know, like you in sorrow
I waited for someone to take mine
With an outstretched hand, you know, we can make chains
And today I'm the one who takes yours
Give me your hand, kid, and you take hers
And we'll make a circle, a chain
Give me your hand, kid, and you take hers
We'll spin around but with hands full
Give me your hand, kid, and
Give me your hand, kid, and
We'll spin around but with hands full