Lyrics:

"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"