From the recording Celticana
Lyrics
8 – Hands Of The Devil
Like ships pass in the night
Our meeting’s so brief
No space to know you
No sweet relief
Well there’s more to be had
Far more for us to know
Perhaps our time’s not come
The world turns to slow
And the hands of the devil
Are never too far
Yearning to touch
To unravel the stars
With the passing of time
The seasons come and go
Slowly we get older
Our years begin to show
Well you’ve got your life
And I’ve got mine
Perhaps you’ll find your own way
Maybe I’ll never find mine
And the hands of the devil
Are never too far
Yearning to touch
To unravel the stars
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