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