Hand Of Glory - The Smithereens

«Don't understand

Tallow drips upon a withered hand

The hidden power of an unborn arm

The broken branch of the tree

A finger dance in the switching yard

Hand of Glory

Don’t understand

I am but a thief and not a man

The wool pattern on a shouting jar

The broken branch of the tree

One eye sent it to a distant star

Hand of Glory

Beneath the shadow of a gallows tall

I took the branch of the tree

Let it lie in a picklin' jar

Hand of Glory"