Noel Paul Stookey - Tender Hands Lyrics

Dear hands, tender hands,
Touch my face with love,
Thine to give, mine but to cherish.
Warm eyes, softest eyes,
Brush my face with love,
Thine to give, mine but to cherish.
Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
For these two gifts I can but love thee for,
Fain, I wish my heart was worthy more.
Tender hands, softest eyes.