Mama's Hands

Down a dusty old gravel road,

In a house that's seen its days,

Mama's hands would work the chores,

With love that never fades.

From sunup to the moon's glow,

She'd whisper gentle prayers,

Strong and tiny, those hands would sew,

Mending hearts with every tear.

Mama's hands, oh, Mama's hands,

Held the world, this boy's best friend,

In the fields or by our bed,

Guided us with love they spread.

In the kitchen, she'd hum and bake,

Biscuits warm and pies divine,

Every stitch and every shake,

A testament to love so fine.

Through hard times and days of cheer,

Her hands would keep us whole,

Brushing away each fallen tear,

With every story she told.

Mama's hands, oh, Mama's hands,

Held the world, this boy's best friend,

In the fields or by our bed,

Guided us with love they spread.