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Lyrics
© 2017 Bob Sima Music, The Movers The Shakers and The Peacemakers, Released 26 October 2017
Sometimes I cry for a lonely world that’s living in a great divide
Sometimes these tears make me want to wrap myself up and disappear
But I won’t be away too long because my sadness turns to gladness when I sing this song
If your hand was in mine wouldn’t it make you my sister
Make you my friend, make you my brother
If your hand was in mine wouldn’t it make everything better
Isn’t it amazing how every hand fits right in the other
Sometimes I fear when the jackals outside are the only voices I hear
But the call of the the love in my heart is stronger
And the feeling I want to reach out, won’t hold back any longer
If the world needed just one more lover, couldn’t it be me, couldn’t it be you
If your hand was in mine, wouldn’t it make you my sister
Make you my friend, make you my brother
If your hand was in mine wouldn’t it make everything better
Isn’t it amazing how every hand fits right in the other
If your hand in mine you would feel me inside, deep inside, deep inside
It would bring love and it would bring touch and it would bring sight to a world gone blind
If your hand was in mine you couldn’t judge and run from me
Point your finger and be done with me
Yank my chain pull the rug from under me
Hate me, punch me or hold a gun to me
Hurt me, desert me, resent me, forget me, laugh at me, attack me with apathy
You can only feel me, be real with me, dissolve the fear with me, rise on up to a higher energy
You can’t be above or below me when you sit down beside me, hold me and know me
Take my hand my sister, my brother, my friend, my lover, there are no others here
If the world needed just one more lover, couldn’t it be me, couldn’t it be you
If your hand was in mine, wouldn’t it make you my sister
Make you my friend, make you my brother
If your hand was in mine wouldn’t it make everything better
Isn’t it amazing how every hand fits right in the other