When they looked at Joseph's hands
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They said, They're the hands of a carpenter
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They're big and they're powerful and they're strong
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They're the hands that should work in wood
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And they're the hands that should work a long day
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Joseph he did all those things
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But he also learned how to play
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He would sing about joy, sing about faith
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That the people wished they had
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How he heard the voice of Jesus
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When the rolling sea got mad
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He's a boat in the harbour, he's safe in that love
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He know some day he'll be sailing above
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When they looked at Joseph's hands
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They said, They're the hands of a stonemason
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They're big and they're powerful and they're strong
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They're the hands that should work in stone
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And they're the hands that should work a long day
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Joseph he did all those things
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But he also learned how to play
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When they looked at Joseph's hands
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They said, They're the hands of a fisherman
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The musician and the mason-carpenter
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And he's happy all the time
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For they're working every day
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And those old hands of Joseph
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Oh how they can play.
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Hands Of Joseph
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| Ralph McTell |
