Laga, Ragalor - Her Hands Were Home

Mmm… Morning Has Not Touched The Glass
Sleep, Little One
The Fire Is Low
My Hands Are Awake
Before The Dawn Had Silvered Up The Pane
Her Hands Awakened While The House Slept On
They Pressed The Morning Bread
Beneath Their Palms
They Drew A Needle Through A Cloak’s Torn Seam
They Cooled The Fever Burning On My Brow
They Brushed The Clinging Snow From Little Shoulders
When Night Made Every Shadow Feel Alive
Those Same Hands Held Me Till The Dark
Grew Small
We Thought The Hearth Was Why The Room Stayed Warm
We Were Too Young To Know Whose Warmth It Was
Mmm—Rest Your Head, The Dark Will Pass
Mmm—Winter Cannot Hold You Fast
Hands That Kneaded
Hands That Mended
Hands That Held Me Till Fear Had Ended
No Jeweled Flame
No Hall Of Gold
Could Give The Warmth
Those Fingers Held
Long After Every Coal
Had Fallen Dark
The Fire Warmed The Hall
Her Hands Warmed Every Heart
The Years Went By
Her Children Crossed The Sea
We Entered Halls
Where Golden Braziers Burned
We Ate From Tables
Heavy With A Feast
We Wore Fine Wool
No Needle Of Hers Had Touched
The Flames Rose High, Yet Something Stayed Unthawed
No Careful Palm
Came Resting On Our Brows
Among Those Riches
Every Child Recalled
The Quiet Hands That Made A Poor House Warm
We Had Gone Far Enough To Finally See
The Warmth We Missed Had Always Been Her Love
Not In The Blaze
Not In The Gold
Love Lived In All Her Hands Could Hold
A Promise Stitched In Every Seam
A Loaf Made Warm Before The Dawn Could Gleam
She Spoke No Grand Or Shining Vow
She Proved It Then
She Proves It Now
The Smallest Care
Repeated Day By Day
Became The Warmth
No Distance Took Away
I Thought You Were Only Mending Wool
I Was Keeping Winter Out
I Thought You Were Only Making Bread
I Was Teaching Hunger Not To Stay
Why Did You Never Call It Love
Because Love Was Already In My Hands
Mother—Now At Last, We Understand
Our Whole World Rested In Your Working Hands
In The Palm That Cooled The Fever In Our Skin
In The Arms That Would Not Let The Darkness Win
Great Halls Grow Cold
Bright Tables Lose Their Glow
But What You Gave Still Warms Us Where We Go
We Carry Your Tenderness Into Every Life We Start
The Fire Warmed The Hall
Her Hands Warmed Every Heart
The Fire Burns Low
Still, I Feel No Cold
Some Warmth Leaves The Flame
Hers Never Does