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