Through Your Hands Chords by Don Henley
Tempo:
113.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
B
F#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A] [E]
[A] You [E] were dreaming on a park bench, out a broad highway somewhere, when the music from [A] the
carillon [E] seemed to hurl your heart out there.
Past the cyan, clear [F#m] darkness, [E] past the fireflies that float, to an angel bending [A] down to wrap
[E] you in his warmest coat.
And you ask, [A] what am I not doing?
He [G#m] says your voice cannot come in, [F#m] but in time you will move mountains, [B] you will come
through [E] your hands.
[A]
[E]
Still you argue [A] for an option, [B] still you angle for [A] your place, [E] like you wouldn't know [A] a burning
bush [B] if it blew up in [E] your face.
And yet we scheme about [A] the future, [E] and we dream about [A] the past.
[E] When justice and [A] for we turn out, [E] might build a bridge [A] that lasts.
And you ask, what am I not doing?
[F#] He says your voice cannot [G#m] come in, [F#m] but in time you will move mountains, [B] you will come
through your hands.
[A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] So whatever your [A] hands find to do, [E] you must do with all your heart.
Though [E] our thoughts and love [A] could blow men's [E] minds, and tear a great world [A] apart, [B]
there's
a healing touch that finds you [E]
on that broad highway [A] somewhere.
[E] Through the few highest [A] music [E] fire, through the [A] angel's hair.
[E] So don't ask, what you are [A] not doing, [F#] because your voice cannot come in.
[F#m] In time you will move mountains, [B] you will come through [E] your hands.
[A] [E]
Through your hands.
[A]
Through your [B] hands.
[A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] Through [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A] your hands.
[E]
[N]
[E] [A]
[E] [A] [E]
[A] You [E] were dreaming on a park bench, out a broad highway somewhere, when the music from [A] the
carillon [E] seemed to hurl your heart out there.
Past the cyan, clear [F#m] darkness, [E] past the fireflies that float, to an angel bending [A] down to wrap
[E] you in his warmest coat.
And you ask, [A] what am I not doing?
He [G#m] says your voice cannot come in, [F#m] but in time you will move mountains, [B] you will come
through [E] your hands.
[A]
[E]
Still you argue [A] for an option, [B] still you angle for [A] your place, [E] like you wouldn't know [A] a burning
bush [B] if it blew up in [E] your face.
And yet we scheme about [A] the future, [E] and we dream about [A] the past.
[E] When justice and [A] for we turn out, [E] might build a bridge [A] that lasts.
And you ask, what am I not doing?
[F#] He says your voice cannot [G#m] come in, [F#m] but in time you will move mountains, [B] you will come
through your hands.
[A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] So whatever your [A] hands find to do, [E] you must do with all your heart.
Though [E] our thoughts and love [A] could blow men's [E] minds, and tear a great world [A] apart, [B]
there's
a healing touch that finds you [E]
on that broad highway [A] somewhere.
[E] Through the few highest [A] music [E] fire, through the [A] angel's hair.
[E] So don't ask, what you are [A] not doing, [F#] because your voice cannot come in.
[F#m] In time you will move mountains, [B] you will come through [E] your hands.
[A] [E]
Through your hands.
[A]
Through your [B] hands.
[A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] Through [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A] your hands.
[E]
[N]
Key:
A
E
B
F#m
G#m
A
E
B
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ You [E] were dreaming on a park bench, out a broad highway somewhere, _ when the music from [A] the
carillon [E] seemed to hurl your heart out there.
_ Past the cyan, clear [F#m] darkness, [E] past the _ fireflies that float, _ to an angel bending [A] down to wrap
[E] you in his warmest coat. _
And you ask, [A] what am I not doing?
He [G#m] says your voice cannot come in, _ [F#m] but in time you will move mountains, [B] you will _ come
_ _ through [E] your hands.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Still you argue [A] for an option, _ [B] still you angle for [A] your place, _ [E] like you wouldn't know [A] a burning
bush [B] if it blew up in [E] your face.
And yet we scheme about [A] the future, _ [E] and we dream about [A] the past. _
[E] When justice and [A] for we turn out, [E] might build a bridge [A] that lasts. _
And you ask, what am I not doing?
[F#] He says your voice cannot [G#m] come in, _ [F#m] but in time you will move mountains, [B] you will _ come
_ _ through your hands.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] So whatever your [A] hands find to do, [E] you must do with all your heart.
Though [E] our thoughts and love [A] could blow men's [E] minds, and tear a great world [A] apart, _ [B]
there's
a healing touch that finds you [E]
on that broad highway [A] somewhere. _ _
[E] Through the few highest [A] music [E] fire, through the [A] angel's hair.
[E] So don't ask, what you are [A] not doing, [F#] because your voice cannot come in. _
[F#m] In time you will move mountains, [B] you will _ come _ _ through [E] your hands.
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Through your hands.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Through your [B] hands.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ Through _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] your hands. _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ You [E] were dreaming on a park bench, out a broad highway somewhere, _ when the music from [A] the
carillon [E] seemed to hurl your heart out there.
_ Past the cyan, clear [F#m] darkness, [E] past the _ fireflies that float, _ to an angel bending [A] down to wrap
[E] you in his warmest coat. _
And you ask, [A] what am I not doing?
He [G#m] says your voice cannot come in, _ [F#m] but in time you will move mountains, [B] you will _ come
_ _ through [E] your hands.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Still you argue [A] for an option, _ [B] still you angle for [A] your place, _ [E] like you wouldn't know [A] a burning
bush [B] if it blew up in [E] your face.
And yet we scheme about [A] the future, _ [E] and we dream about [A] the past. _
[E] When justice and [A] for we turn out, [E] might build a bridge [A] that lasts. _
And you ask, what am I not doing?
[F#] He says your voice cannot [G#m] come in, _ [F#m] but in time you will move mountains, [B] you will _ come
_ _ through your hands.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] So whatever your [A] hands find to do, [E] you must do with all your heart.
Though [E] our thoughts and love [A] could blow men's [E] minds, and tear a great world [A] apart, _ [B]
there's
a healing touch that finds you [E]
on that broad highway [A] somewhere. _ _
[E] Through the few highest [A] music [E] fire, through the [A] angel's hair.
[E] So don't ask, what you are [A] not doing, [F#] because your voice cannot come in. _
[F#m] In time you will move mountains, [B] you will _ come _ _ through [E] your hands.
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Through your hands.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Through your [B] hands.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ Through _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] your hands. _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _