The Laying On of Hands

Lyrics

[Intro] Chorus to this song is in French The, uh, rough translation of it is: "The spring wind is the healing I give my soul to the hands of the wind For these hungry souls this is the laying on of hands" Which is the name of the song [Verse 1] This time of year of the cruel months I awake appalled with myself My fingernails dirty from drinking again My memory a clouded cell I watch them place cut flower displays The ambiance of restaurant windows The skilled hands of deception's ways That market hope midst the snow [Verse 2] And I long to have my nails dirty from digging Instincts displayed by the child And I long to plow in the early spring mud Factions of my life reconciled I long to wash my hair in the rain And let it dry in the wind And watch each frail blade of grass Before the storm sets in [Chorus] Le vent du printemps C'est le gu�rison Je me rends mon �me Aux mains du vent Pour les �mes Qui ont faim C'est l'imposition des mains [Verse 3] In those gray plains somewhere east of Cleveland Where my forefathers labored their fields And sent their sons forth into battle When the bells of victory pealed And oftentimes they would return To plow the fields again But more often they would not return 'Cept in disfigurement [Verse 4] And I have not the coarse hands of my forefathers Mine are soft and small I've memorized each bead of sweat What few I have known at all But I have never raised my hand Though not for lack of opportunity And I have never left my blood On any reaper's field [Chorus] Le vent du printemps C'est le gu�rison Je me rends mon �me Aux mains du vent Pour les �mes Qui ont faim C'est l'imposition des mains [Verse 5] And I have the blood of the Norman kings In my veins for all to see They conquered England, Ireland and France Though they have never conquered me Mais les rois ont les mains longues And there may come a time They also had a softer side They've tried so hard to find [Verse 6] This vast gray and rolling day When I smell spring upon the wind Caught in that cloudy vaporous haze Seeking ways to let it in And wind building smelling of earth This swelling crescendo of man Now the wind encircles me The laying on of hands [Chorus] Le vent du printemps C'est le gu�rison Je me rends mon �me Aux mains du vent Pour les �mes Qui ont faim C'est l'imposition des mains