**HANDS**

Of all the places I might ever go It's not hard to choose; I already know Of all the things I might ever do I'd be anywhere, holding hands with you

Walking along in some meadowland With you beside me, holding my hand Your hand in mine by a mountain stream Inside my heart, my fondest dream

Walking with you, all alone in the dark Perhaps holding hands, in some little park Windowshopping, or walking the shore; Nothing could thrill my soul any more

The passionate love is surely a pleasure, It could never touch the beautiful treasure of holding your hand, what it means, don't you see It's that little signal between you and me

Of our love and friendship, for all to see that we're together, 'cause we choose to be Can you imagine? I don't think I can Something more special than holding hands

Since holding your hand seems like heaven to me If we looked in those portals, I think we'd see All of God's beautiful angel bands Singing together, while holding hands

by Hal Gantt

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