When these are hands are baking bread,
my heart is peaceful, I am strong.
I am bound by a common thread
woven into a woman's song.
When these hands are baking bread,
ancient rhythms move me on.
Come-a-day, come-a-night, come-a-morning.
When these hands are planting seeds,
my heart is peaceful, I am strong.
I am bound by a common need
woven into a mother's song.
When these hands are planting seeds,
ancient rhythms move me on.
Come-a-day, come-a-night, come-a-morning.
When these hands are holding you,
my heart is peaceful, I am strong.
I am bound by our common truth
woven into a lover's song.
When these hands are holding you,
ancient rhythms move me on.
Come-a-day, come-a-night, come-a-morning.