I remember Daddy's hands folded silently in prayer, 
And reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare. 
You could read quite a story in the callouses and lines. 
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind. 
 

I remember Daddy's hands, 
How they held my Mama tight, 
And patted my back for something I'd done right. 
There are things I've forgotten 
that I loved about that man, 
But I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands. 

Daddy's hands, were soft and kind when I was crying. 
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong. 
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle, 
But I've come to understand, 
There was always love in Daddy's hands. 

I remember Daddy's hands working till they bled, 
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed. 
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again, 
And never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands.