Heart in Your Hand - Robert Plant, Jimmy Page

Do you gather flowers for me Moving softly through the trees

With the scent against your arms

Long ago I knew your charms

As I walk through the purple hills of Soon forgotten

Know that my heart was in your hand

And my heart was in your hand

Do your lips still call my name

Would your mouth still taste the same

There I learned the sweetest words

Oh!

What price of mercy

Yeah, though I steal all across the years

The memory lingers on With my heart in your hand

Oh, my heart in your hand

Should I fall beside the road

Everlasting wandering soul

And the memory sublime

And my heart was there

Yeah, as I walk through the purple hills of Long ago

I know my heart was in your hand

Oh, my heart was in your hand

my heart is in your hand

Oh, my heart