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