Daddy's Hands

(Daddy's Hands..Holly Dunn)

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 done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
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 'til 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.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
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.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
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.


Album Lyrics: Holly Dunn

My daddy love to play the guitar. He espically loved country music. Alan Jackson was his favorite. He loved baseball, and the Atlanta Braves were his team. He loved his church and God and in his last years he played with a group of his friends at church. When daddy was young his dream was to be a country singer. He played with a the local boys in town and they were on the radio playing live on the weekends. They took off once for Nashville where they made a demo record. I heard it once when I was a little girl. It was one of those old 16 1/2 speed plastic records. I think his oldest sister has it deep in a closet some where.
Daddy gave up his dream to be a country star when he married my momma. His love for her and us kids took over. I think about that sometimes and know that he made sacrifices for us, yet I never heard him complain. Daddy joined the Marines, and then the Navy, where he put in 20 years. When he retired he went to work as a maintenance man at a local hotel. My sister Michelle was born just as he was getting out of the military. Daddy stayed there until he reached 65 when he once again retired. Daddy loved nature. He planted a garden for years out in the back yard. His roses were the talk of the neighborhood. Daddy was loved by everyone. Especially my mom and us kids. Once when I was a little girl I remember my daddy and I riding on a merry go round at the park in San Diego CA. Round and round we would go, and my daddy would reach out and try to grab the brass ring to win me a prize. He got it once, and I remember him being proud. I don't remember what he won that day, but it doesn't matter. What matters is the happy memory it left on my young heart.
I remember running out to find daddy in his garden the day I found out I was carrying his first grandchild. With both my son and daughter and with my brothers daughter the love continued on from us kids into his grandkids.
Daddy health went down hill fast the last few years before we lost him. We knew he was not well,but I don't think any of us realized just how soon we would lose him
My daddy left this world two years ago today. I was with him when he took his last breath. As crazy as it might sound, it was a beautiful moment and one I am so glad that I was able to share with him. He gave me life, and I was there for him in his death. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him. He never got to see his great grandchildren, but they will know him. I will make sure of that. I miss you daddy and love you with all my heart. Christmas will never be the same without you. Your smile and your gentle ways are missed more than you will ever know. We buried my daddy in the snow on that cold Christmas Eve two years ago.Summer came, and then winter again, and then spring and now once again it is winter. It is hard to believe that two years have passed. This year the weather is suppose to be warm and if God/Goddess allows it we will all gather at my mom's to have dinner, and gifts for the younger kids. I know that somehow, my daddy will be looking down on us. Life does go on, it is the way it is suppose to be...
And so the Wheel turns...