Song Description
A song of Immigration. In the 1800's when one left their homeland they might never see the old country. This song is a snapshot of a moment in time that catches all regret and lost love.
| Song Length |
4:50 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Moving |
Subject |
Regret, Storms |
| Similar Artists |
Dire Straits, Wilco |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Hand Of God
I?m working here on the sorting dock I pulled the late night shift
And all the rest are sleeping up the crib I have to watch the drift
And I don?t mind the late nights they kind of clear my head
And that late night summer thunder across the sky is spread
Chorus
It?s like the hand of god tearing up the sky
When you least expect it, it always seems near by
It?s like the hand of god nothing you can do
You can feel that power building in that still night air
And hope it won?t touch you.
It?s like the hand of god
I left the coast of county Kerry in 1823
There ain?t much hope when your clinging to the stone nothing there for me
In these late nights I remember all I?ve left behind
And sometimes the grief overtakes me I?m half out of my mind
Summer sticks right to your skin but I feel Autumn closing in
It won?t be long now before the shoreline turns a blazing red
My shift is nearly over the thunder has moved away
And I can?t tell where the skyline comes down to meet the bay
On nights like this she comes back to me like some unholy ghost
As her eyes fill up with lightning upon that Kerry coast