<"Don't understand tallow drips upon a withered hand The hidden power of an unborn arm the broken branch of the tree A finger dance in the switching yard Hand of Glory Don't understand I am gonna need another hand The wool pattern on a shouting jar The broken branch of the tree One eye sent it to a distant star Hand of Glory Beneath the shadow of a gallows tall I took the branch of the tree Let it lie in a picklin' jar Hand of Glory"