Paul Stookey - Tender Hands lyrics

Dear hands, tender hands, 'touch my face with love; Thine to give, mine but to cherish. Warm eyes, softest eyes, 'brush my face with love; Thine to give, mine but to cherish. Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more For these two gifts I can but love thee for, Fain, I wish my heart was worthy more. Tender hands, softest eyes.