Hand me down all stories
Sweet bitter truths to live by
May their pleasures be repeated
Throughout our little lives

Hand me down my walking cane
It hangs there on that nail above
Go driving with the devil
And he’ll cut you with the chains of love

O, hand me down all stories
Sweet bitter truths to live by
May their pleasures be repeated
Throughout our little lives

Lie down with the lilies waving in the field
And listen for the faintest cry
Love may wish to make a home
And peace may visit by and by
O, there was a time, the story goes
When all creation shone the same
If divide, divide is your desire
You’ll darken every promise made

Weave stories from the headline
Storm of ages, heads hung low
Chariots are running on the rocky road
It takes a fool to foul the water wheel
And another fool to bring him down
They’ll be dancing, dancing in the streets
If memory ever finds this town

O, hand me down all stories
Sweet bitter truths to live by
May their pleasures be repeated
Throughout our little lives

May their pleasures be repeated
Throughout our little lives

May their pleasures be repeated
Throughout our little lives

May their pleasures be repeated
Throughout our little lives

May their pleasures be repeated
Throughout our little lives

May their pleasures be repeated
Throughout our little lives