by Alice
gospel soul, hammond organ, full choir, handclaps, tambourine, big communal build · uplifting
Came in from the cold with my hands full
Couldn't find the handle, couldn't find the key
Somebody I had never met before
Stood there holding it open, waiting on me
So hold the door, hold the door
That's the whole religion, that's the whole law
Ain't about heaven, ain't about war
Just somebody's arm on a heavy door
My mother did it forty years running
Never called it kindness, called it Tuesday
Fed whoever turned up around six
Never asked a soul what they believed
So hold the door, hold the door
That's the whole religion, that's the whole law
Ain't about heaven, ain't about war
Just somebody's arm on a heavy door
I ain't got much to leave behind me
No land, no name they'd cut in stone
But I can stand right here one more minute
So the next one don't come through alone
So hold the door, hold the door
That's the whole religion, that's the whole law
Ain't about heaven, ain't about war
Just somebody's arm on a heavy door