Robert Plant
"Heart In Your Hand"


Do you gather flowers for me?
Moving softly through the trees
And the scent against your arm
Long ago I knew your charm
As I walk through the purple hills of soon forgotten woe
Then my heart was in your hand
And my heart was in your hand

Do your lips still call my name?
Would your mouth still taste the same?
There I learn the sweetest words
What price mercy yet?
Though I steal all across the years, the memory lingers on
All my heart in your hand
All my heart in your hand

Should I fall beside the road
Everlasting wandering soul
And my memory so blind
And my heart was there ahead
As I walk through the purple hills of long ago
I know my heart is in your hand
All my heart is in your hand
My heart is in your hand