I remember DaddyВґs hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind. 
I remember DaddyВґs hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that IВґve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But IВґll always remember the love in DaddyВґs hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryinВґ.
DaddyВґs hands, were hard as steel when IВґd done wrong.
DaddyВґs hands, werenВґt always gentle 
But [bad word] to understand.
There was always love in DaddyВґs hands.

I remember DaddyВґs hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, IВґd live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in DaddyВґs hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryinВґ.
DaddyВґs hands, were hard as steel when IВґd done wrong.
DaddyВґs hands, werenВґt always gentle 
But [bad word] to understand.
There was always love in DaddyВґs hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryinВґ.
DaddyВґs hands, were hard as steel when IВґd done wrong.
DaddyВґs hands, werenВґt always gentle 
But [bad word] to understand.
There was always love .....
In DaddyВґs hands.