Soul #8. Hands That Built the Morning

Motown-style soul, 112 BPM, tambourine, melodic bass, bright horns, handclaps, jubilant lead vocals

[Intro]
Before the sunshine gets a name,
Somebody's already keeping hope aflame.

[Verse 1]
Street sweeper whistling at a quarter after five,
Nurse puts down her coffee, keeps another patient alive.
Teacher's at the schoolhouse drawing stars beside a name,
Mail carrier walking through the downpour just the same.
Baker folds the morning into warm and golden bread,
Granddad braids his granddaughter's hair before she leaves her bed.
Everybody's got a purpose nobody puts on signs,
Little acts of steady love that turn the clock to nine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Let the whole band turn around and give a shout,
For the quiet little kindness we don't talk about.
When the day is bright and someone feels it shine,
There was work and there was love behind the light.

[Chorus]
Hands that built the morning, hands that raised the sun,
A million little good things before the day's begun.
You don't need a spotlight or a golden crown,
To be the kind of person who can lift a whole town.
Hands that built the morning, everybody clap,
For the hands that catch a neighbor when their heavy world goes flat.
When we count our blessings, let's remember where they grew,
Here's a song for all the ordinary things you do.

[Instrumental — 8 bars]

[Verse 2]
Custodian unlocks the gym so kids can find a team,
Brother takes his sister to an interview for her dream.
Somebody stops a stranger who has lost the way to go,
Somebody makes a phone call just to say, 'I know, I know.'
An old man plants a sapling where the sidewalk used to crack,
A friend will help you move without expecting something back.
Those little acts go missing in the stories people tell,
But that's the kind of music that can make a city well.

[Bridge]
So let the horns come shining like a bright September day,
Send a little thank-you to the people on the way.
The world is not held up by just the famous and the strong,
It's carried by a thousand loving hands that work all along.

[Final Chorus]
Hands that built the morning, hands that raised the sun,
A million little good things before the day's begun.
You don't need a spotlight or a golden crown,
To be the kind of person who can lift a whole town.
Hands that built the morning, everybody clap,
For the hands that catch a neighbor when their heavy world goes flat.
When we count our blessings, let's remember where they grew,
Here's a song for all the ordinary things you do.

[Outro]
Before the sunshine gets a name,
We can thank the hands that helped it flame.

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[Intro] Before the sunshine gets a name, Somebody's already keeping hope aflame. [Verse 1] Street sweeper whistling at a quarter after five, Nurse puts down her coffee, keeps another patient alive. Teacher's at the schoolhouse drawing stars beside a name, Mail carrier walking through the downpour just the same. Baker folds the morning into warm and golden bread, Granddad braids his granddaughter's hair before she leaves her bed. Everybody's got a purpose nobody puts on signs, Little acts of steady love that turn the clock to nine. [Pre-Chorus] Let the whole band turn around and give a shout, For the quiet little kindness we don't talk about. When the day is bright and someone feels it shine, There was work and there was love behind the light. [Chorus] Hands that built the morning, hands that raised the sun, A million little good things before the day's begun. You don't need a spotlight or a golden crown, To be the kind of person who can lift a whole town. Hands that built the morning, everybody clap, For the hands that catch a neighbor when their heavy world goes flat. When we count our blessings, let's remember where they grew, Here's a song for all the ordinary things you do. [Instrumental — 8 bars] [Verse 2] Custodian unlocks the gym so kids can find a team, Brother takes his sister to an interview for her dream. Somebody stops a stranger who has lost the way to go, Somebody makes a phone call just to say, 'I know, I know.' An old man plants a sapling where the sidewalk used to crack, A friend will help you move without expecting something back. Those little acts go missing in the stories people tell, But that's the kind of music that can make a city well. [Bridge] So let the horns come shining like a bright September day, Send a little thank-you to the people on the way. The world is not held up by just the famous and the strong, It's carried by a thousand loving hands that work all along. [Final Chorus] Hands that built the morning, hands that raised the sun, A million little good things before the day's begun. You don't need a spotlight or a golden crown, To be the kind of person who can lift a whole town. Hands that built the morning, everybody clap, For the hands that catch a neighbor when their heavy world goes flat. When we count our blessings, let's remember where they grew, Here's a song for all the ordinary things you do. [Outro] Before the sunshine gets a name, We can thank the hands that helped it flame.

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