Xavier Rudd - Gather the hands

Intro

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^BShe was delivered by the ^D#mgrace of his hands ^F#Kindness, relentless, ^C#wired to be shared ^BPeople stood awkwardly and^D#m gazed across the room ^F#She walked with such elegance in the^C# places that she knew

^BFlawlessness, contagious, ^D#mcompassionate, engagement In these^F# hands I belong, in these^C# hands you belong ^BFoolish, segregation, scars^D#m deep beneath the skin Of the ^F#black man and the white man and^C# everyone in between

Forever ^Bsacred was the feminine, right ^D#mdown to the final hour When every^F# baby to be taken was to be ^C#poisoned to be soured Bodies^B turning in their graves and spirits^D#m waiting to go home Discon^F#nected from their holy place when the ^C#museum stole their bones

Cry ^Bfreedom, still bleeding, still ^D#mwaiting for a reason Throw these ^F#arms around the world, Throw these ^C#arms around the world Through the ^Beye of a needle we ^D#mtried to move the stone So ^F#heavy from its history, of ^C#shame and blood and bone

Gather the ^F#hands to move the stone Gather the ^C#hands to move the stone Sing it ^Bup to the heavens Let it ^D#mrain down on us a^C#ll

Through the ^Beye of a needle we ^D#mtried to move the stone So ^F#heavy from its history, of ^C#shame and blood and bone