From the recording The Brew House Collection
I like the series of chord shapes in this song, a nostalgic look at old and new ways of doing things , retaining our sense of imagination sometimes helps!
Lyrics
By the Fingers of my Hand
Used to be made by hand,
now it's done by machine,
used to scribe with a quill,
now we scroll down a screen
But I still by the fingers of my hand,
like to turn the leaves of a book
from a dusty shelf I found
Well Heaven knows,
when waterfalls fall through toes,
isn't as far as my imagination goes
Used to hear talk was clear,
now it's reeled into spin,
I don't subscribe with the view
and I'm not taken in
But I still by the fingers of my hand,
like to turn a brush upon a canvas
from a palette that I found
Well Heaven knows,
when waterfalls fall through toes ,
isn't as far as my imagination goes
Wore my feet down to cobblestone
on a steeply winding street,
oh how the rain was teeming down
made Rapids through my feet
But I still by the fingers of my hand,
like to pick chords endlessly
with a string and woodwind band
Well Heaven knows
when waterfalls fall through toes,
isn't as far as my imagination goes
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