G C G D C G

If my words could glow with the glow of sunshine

And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung

Would you hear my voice come through the music?

Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down; the thoughts are broken

Perhaps they're better left un-sung.

I don't know; don't really care

Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water

Where there is no pebble tossed

Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup is empty

If your cup is full, may it be a gain

Let it be known there is a fountain

That was not made by the hand of men

There is a road no simple highway

Between the dawn and the dark of night

And if you go no one may guide you

That path is for your steps a lone

Ripple in still water

Where there is no pebble tossed

Nor wind to blow

You must choose to lead or follow

But if you fall you fall alone

And if you stand then who's to guide you?

If I knew the way, I would take you home.

La-n-da-da-da-daa......