Gwen Hughes - I Take Your Hand Lyrics

The morning's coming up again to the sound of the July fly

You can hear the heat bumping up against the slate-grey sky

Another August a.m. sliding by

There's a heavy smell of rain and though it's passing through

A partly cloudy morning of way too much to do

Mind can't help racing when waking comes too soon

I hear your breath above the fan, it anchors me to earth between my dreams

Of mountainsides and summer sand and love that stays forever young and green

Life's what happened while we made our plans

So, in the darkness, I Take Your Hand.

I Take Your Hand.

I Take Your Hand.