Daddy’s Hands
My parent’s force me to go to camp one year when I was about 10. The first week was at the beach which wasn’t too bad. I got to surf, swim and fish. However, the second week was in the mountains. A decrepit yellow school bus came to pick me up. The driver was probably in his late 70s. His cowboy boots should have tip me off. For the entire agonizing trip up the steep mountains, everyone had to listen to country music and him yelling at us to “Sit the hell down!”. During that 4 hour trip, this was the one song that got stuck in my head and is still there today. Only death will release from it’s clutches. BTW…thanks for bring it up Alison!
Daddy’s Hands by Holly Dunn
I remember daddy’s hands
folded silently in prayer
And reachin’ out to hold me,
when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story
in the callous’ and lines
Years of work and worry
had left their mark behind
I remember daddy’s hands
how they held my mama tight
And patted my back
for something done right
There are things that I’d forgotten
that I loved about the man
But I’ll always remember
the love in daddy’s hands…
Chorus
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind
when I was cryin’
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel
when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle
but I’ve come to understand
There was always love in daddy’s hands.
I remember daddy’s hands
workin’ ’til they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly
just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I’d live my life again
And never take for granted
the love in daddy’s hands
How to get rid of that song? Flag it for deletion.
One time a priest put his hand inside me.
Why? I wonder if Victoria remembers you singing it to her when she was little?