Nat Stuckey - On The Other Hand

The hand I'm holding is warm to my touch
I move and she knows what I mean
Something tells me to hold to this hand forever
But on the other hand is another man's ring
A band of gold means the hand I hold is his to hold forever

The hand that gently caresses my face
Is a hand I'm forbidden to touch
I should free her and leave her to him forever
But on the other hand I love her too much
So I'll hold the hand and hide the band and our love will go on forever
(Forever) and ever