I will hold you as you held me
You gave me shelter, you gave me safety
You said, "hold gently what you wish to grow old with
Like a sparrow in your hands that
Needs to fly
Hold gently what you wish to grow old with
Don't close those hands. "

Ivory fingers, porcelain haven
Hands that tamed me, that named
And framed me
You said, "hold gently what you wish to grow old with
Like a sparrow in your hands that

Needs to fly
Hold gently what you wish to grow old with
Don't close those hands. "
So these hands of mine that have learnt through time
To be a brother, lover, father, friend

To try and let you fly
To circle other skies
To let you go
When you need to go
Oh they'll be open
They'll be waiting