Hands of Time

[Intro] [Verse 1] He’d rise before the sun kissed the fields, Faded blue jeans, a heart that wouldn’t yield. Calloused hands, rough as the land he’d plow, Dust on his boots, sweat on his brow. [Chorus] Oh, he built a life with these hands of time, Taught me strength in a love that’s unrefined. Every scar, every line, a story to rehearse, The value of an honest day’s work, he wore it first. [Verse 2] He’d mend a fence with that old pocketknife, Say, “Son, you fix the wrongs, you live the right life.” His laugh was deep, like thunder in July, But his silence spoke louder beneath the twilight sky. [Chorus] Oh, he built a life with these hands of time, Taught me pride in a love that’s unrefined. Every scar, every line, a lesson to preserve, The weight of an honest day’s work, I’ll carry with nerve. [Bridge] Now I see his ghost in the rusted tools, In the way my bones ache when the winter’s cruel. He carved his name in the dirt and the pine, A legacy of labor, passed down the line. [Chorus] Oh, he built a life with these hands of time, Left me roots in a love that’s unconfined. Every scar, every line, a truth I’ll never shirk, The worth of an honest day’s work, deep in the dirt. [Outro]