Vika & Linda These Hands The breeze blows gentle The trees all sway, as if to wave I picked up my suitcase To pack up my dreams and leave, and sail away On an endless ocean With a sinking heart, I was torn apart When a voice came drifting, warm and wise Something lifting me up to the sky These hands that hold me, are good and strong I'll be on my feet before too long My life's not over, why should it be? These hands that hold me They told me to hold on Along the journey, I'll need hands to hold on My mind still wanders Along the long white beach, that washed my feet And the silver water Under the island moon, I can almost reach This endless ocean So cold and deep, and I'm trying to sleep Then a voice comes drifting, warm and wise Something lifting me up, to the sky