Ripple

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 you 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 you hand if you 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 night

And if you go no one may follow

That path is for your steps alone

 

Riple is still water

When there is no pebble tossed

Nor wind to blow

 

You who chose 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

 

Written by Robert Hunter

Submitted by Adam Freed