Workingman’s Hands

Artist: Ken Yates
Music & Lyrics: Rosanne Baker Thornley, Ken Yates

I wish that I had, a workingman’s hands
calloused and worn, I’d do what I can
I’d work all day long, with hammer and nail
and build you a dream, with each board and beam

I wish that I had, a working mans hands
all of the answers, and all of the plans
then I would know, just where to start
and build you a love that won’t fall apart

Cause you are my home
that’s calling to me
I’d gather the stones
that lay at our feet
And one by one build a foundation and make sure it stands
If I had a workingman’s hands

If I could knock down, these walls where I hide
I’d make me a heart, and put you inside
And I’d hold you close, so close you would know
That my hands won’t let ever you go.

Cause you are my home
that’s calling to me
I’d gather the stones
that lay at our feet
And one by one build a foundation and make sure it stands
If I had a workingman’s hands
If I had a workingman’s hands