Hand me down all storiesSweet bitter truths to live byMay their pleasures be repeatedThroughout our little livesHand me down my walking caneIt hangs there on that nail aboveGo driving with the devilAnd he'll cut you with the chains of loveO, hand me down all storiesSweet bitter truths to live byMay their pleasures be repeatedThroughout our little livesLie down with the lilies waving in the fieldAnd listen for the faintest cryLove may wish to make a homeAnd peace may visit by and byO, there was a time, the story goesWhen all creation shone the sameIf divide, divide is your desireYou'll darken every promise madeWeave stories from the headlineInto your lullabies tonightStorm of ages, heads hung lowChariots are running on the rocky roadIt takes a fool to foul the water wheelAnd another fool to bring him downThey'll be dancing, dancing in the streetsIf memory ever finds this townO, hand me down all storiesSweet bitter truths to live byMay their pleasures be repeatedThroughout our little livesMay their pleasures be repeatedThroughout our little livesMay their pleasures be repeatedThroughout our little livesMay their pleasures be repeatedThroughout our little livesMay their pleasures be repeatedThroughout our little livesMay their pleasures be repeatedThroughout our little lives