Writing country songs again.
Raised by a farmer,
She’s her daddy’s only daughter,
Washed in the Blood and water,
This is her life.
Growing crops and tending cattle,
Every day’s a constant battle,
But it’s what she loves and that’ll,
Always be her life.
She’s not afraid of tomorrow,
But she prays “God, please, may I borrow
Some strength?”
“The life we
live is
Something you
give
To those you
know can carry it.
I've watched my
father shape this land
Through sweat,
pain, and bleeding hands,
And, God, all I
want is to carry it
When he can’t.
God, please hold
my shaking hands.”
Up before the break of day
She milking cows and stacking hay;
She wouldn't be content another way.
This is her life.
She's witnessed births and witnessed deaths,
She’s seen a calf give her last breath,
Sometimes she’s up against Goliath
With just a pocket knife.
Sometimes she fears tomorrow,
So she prays, “God, please, may I borrow
Some strength?”
“The life we
live is
Something you
give
To those you
know can carry it.
I’ve watched my
father shape this land
Through sweat,
pain, and bleeding hands,
And, God, all I
want is to carry it
When he can’t.
God, please hold
my shaking hands.”
She’s fighting the bank so hard,
Always careful, on her guard.
Her body’s weary and scarred.
She has bleeding hands…
Well she lost her daddy one spring day,
They told her she should sell the place,
But she swore there on his grave,
Her face cupped in her hands
That she'd hold on until the day
God sent a good man her way
Who would live and work and pray
And hold her hands.
She doesn’t fear tomorrow
‘Cause she knows God will heal the sorrow,
And send her strength.
“The life we
live is
Something you
give
To those you
know can carry it.
I’ve watched my
father shape this land
Through sweat, pain,
and bleeding hands,
And, God, all I
want is to carry it
When he can’t.
God, please hold
my shaking hands
When he can’t.
God, please hold
my shaking hands.”
Raised by a farmer,
She’s her daddy’s only daughter,
Washed in the Blood and water,
This is her life...
© Hannah
Scarlett 2013
Oh Hannah! If you sent this to somebody in Nashville they would record it. It's one of those country songs that brings a tear to your eye.
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