Strong hand sweeps, puts firewood on the stove
Steady hand when it writes a love letter
Hands that weave making knots
Hands that pray, hands that give
Hands that ask for some future
So that they don't die in loneliness
Keeps threading some loom
Slave hand starts learning
Hands that knead, tempering hunger
With what the earth gives them
Hands that hug the hope
Of some son that goes away
That have birthed the truth
Hands of colors applauding some song
That have birthed the truth
Hands of colors applauding some song
Strong hand sweeps, puts firewood on the stove
Steady hand when it writes a love letter
Hands that tremble, hands that sweat
Hands of earth, corn and salt
Hands that touch leaving the soul
Hands of blood, of wind and sea
Hands that tremble, hands that sweat
Hands of earth, corn and salt
Hands that touch leaving the soul
Hands of blood, of wind and sea
Hands that tremble, hands that sweat
Hands of earth, corn and salt
Hands that touch leaving the soul
Hands of blood, of wind and sea
Hands that tremble, hands that sweat, ay! Ay!
Hands of earth, root and salt