If my words did glow with the gold 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 unsung

I don't know, don't really care

Let there be songs to fill the air.



Ripple in still water,

When there is no pebble tossed,

Nor wind to blow.



Reach out your hand if your cup be empty

If your cup is full may it be again

Let it be known there is a fountain

That was not made by the hands of men



There is a road, no simple highway,

Between the dawn and the dark of night,

And if you go no one may follow,

That path is for your steps alone.



Ripple in still water,

When there is no pebble toseed,

Nor wind to blow.



You who choose to lead must follow,

But if you fall, you fall alone.

If you should stand, then who's to guide you

If I knew the way I would take you home.



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