Karaoké Whose Hands Are These Neil Diamond

Whose hands are these that reach into a secret place

Whose hands are these that brush across

My sleeping face like quiet waves

On silent shores whose hands are these these hands are yours

Whose name is called to find my soul in need of care

Whose name is called to answer when that

Need is there a name that sings

Whose music soars whose name is called that name is yours

When I need peace a quiet that belongs to me to

Be released from on a loud and angry scene

I think of you thinking of you quiets me as only you can do for me

Whose eyes are these that see into this place I live

Whose eyes are these show me what I've yet to give that see beyond

Unopened doors whose eyes are these these eyes are yours

Where do I go when not a door is open wide

What can I know when questioned asked are unreplied

I know of one one is all I need to Confide to fill that place inside of me

Whose hands are these that touch me when my soul is bare

Whose hands are these that offer all they've got to share to show the way

And stay the course whose hands are these these hands are yours

Whose hands are these

These hands are yours