Wooden hand
Why are you waiting here?

If tomorrow is to take what I return
I have borrowed all my lonesome life
And I cant, no I cant get through
The borrowers debt is the only regret of my youth

As a father working for his only son
I have had a son all of my life
And I cant, no I cant get through
A son is the promise of all that I have of my youth

And I cant, no I cant get through
The Bedouin dress is my only request now of you

Wooden hand, wooden hand
Wooden hand, wooden hand
Wooden hand, wooden hand

Wooden hand
Why are you waiting here?

If tomorrow is to take what I return
I have borrowed all my lonesome life
And I cant, no I cant get through
The borrowers debt is the only regret of my youth

And I cant, no I cant get through
The Bedouin dress is my only request now of you

Wooden hand, wooden hand
Wooden hand, wooden hand
Wooden hand, wooden hand

Wooden hand
Why are you waiting here?