Carrie Newcomer The Work of Our Hands lyrics

(Verse) Tooked it a while to rain, I washed the jars In that little place set the water to stall And at the end of the day line up the cool of the sea 12 pints of spiced peach jam, 20 jars of dew beans can From an old recipe, that my mother gave to me Because it's good to put a little bit by For when the late snows fly All that love so neatly kept By the work of our hands (Instrumental break) (Verse 2) Lay hands on boards and breads and the loud machines With shovels and rakes, and buckets of soup they clean And I believe that we should bless every shirt ironed and pressed So let the cruise out on the roads, those who stock shells and carry load Whisper thanks to the ? and salts, dirty boots and cover alls(?) And bow my head to the waitress and nurse Took my hat to bummering clerk All those saints with skeleton hands and the work of their hands Work of their hands (Instrumental break) (Verse 3) Layed out on the counter, pull up out of ? water The work of our hands so faithful and true I make something barely there, music is a little more than bare(?) So now every year I puck back tomatoes in pairs Boil the lids and wipe the lit with the callous fingertips And I swear by the winter ground I'll open one and pass the thing around Let the light catch the jar, and recoil like a humble star It's humble and physical, it's only love made visible Hell, now I understand, it's just the work of our hands (Instrumental break)