by S.J.J. Wise
Little Hands
Language: English
Tiny hands, The first sweet visioning of love's caress Striving to twine a finger on a tress Or press a bosom fair Tiny hands I love. Tiny hands I love. Little Hands, not always clean or still or doing right, Come creeping round the dreaming head at night To smooth the furrows out Little hands I love Little hands I love Brown hands so full of manly strength and gentle power In their firm hold I should not fear death's hour But now for now evry day Brown hands I love Brown hands I love Old hands, perhaps a little horny rough and worn God grant that on the last long journey home I feel the pressure of old hands I love Old hands I love
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Iris Lilian Mary Elkington (1900 - 1969), "Little Hands", 1928 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2025-03-24
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Word count: 126