Pick up those hands
My dear.
Your music is so sweet.
But now is not the time for me to listen.
I want to see those eyes
That smile
That face.
Pick up those hands,
My dear.

Pick up those hands
My dear
And learn to be a man.
The time has come
For you to know
That you must change your ways.

Pick up those hands,
my dear
For you won’t see to listen.
And so I’ll tell you
Once more.

Pick up those hands
My dear,
For now its time for me to leave.
And it is time for you
To say goodbye.
Leave your tears somewhere else
Because I’d told you many times.
Pick up those hands
My dear
For I will see you again someday
And you must use them
To hold me tight.
SO before I go
I’ll tell you again.
Pick up those hands
My dear.