Intro
A C#m
[Verse 1]
A A
Swift and sharp, a light in the dark
C#m C#m
formed singularly was I to be
A A
Of wood and steel, to heft, to heel
C#m C#m
and through the fire was their desire
[Chorus]
Bm Bm A A
Those hands, the hands that made me what I am
Bm Bm E E
And I am an instrument to them
[Verse 2]
A A
Oh, and I pristine and glistening
C#m C#m
am given forth and carried north
A A
where rivals stand, awaiting commands
C#m C#m
and cold am I, held tightly by
[Chorus]
Bm Bm A A
Those hands. The hands that made me what I am
Bm Bm E E
And I am an instrument to them
[Bridge]
C#m C#m Bm Bm
Oh, drums shake the ground and cries resound off hill and helm
C#m C#m Bm Bm
And so did I let forth a cry when overwhelmed
C#m C#m Bm Bm
With kin and clone, of steel and stone and oak and elm,
C#m C#m E E
Were set to task and I to ask, "Is this my realm?"
[Verse]
A A
Swift and sharp, a light in the dark,
C#m C#m
formed singularly. Was I to be
A A
this tool of pain? Or do I contain
C#m C#m
the capacity for beauty by
[Chorus]
Bm Bm A A
those hands? The hands that make me what I am
Bm Bm E E A
and I am an instrument to them