Ripple

If my words did glow

with the gold of (C)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 handmedown,

the thoughts are broken.

Perhaps they're better and the dark left (G)unsung.

I don't know,

don't really (C)care.

low.

(G)Let there be songs

(C)to fill the air.

(Am)Ripple in still (D7)water,

when there is no pebble tossed,

nor (A7)wind to (D)blow.

Reach out your hand

if your cup be (C)empty.

If your cup

is full, may it be again.

Let you it be known,

there is a fountain

Would you that not made

by the hands of men.

There a is a road,

no thoughts ple highway,

between the dawn ter and the dark left of (G)night.

And if you

no one may (C)follow.

(G)The path is for

(C)your steps alone.

(Am)Ripple in still (D7)water,

when there is no pebble tossed,

nor (A7)wind to (D)blow.

Reach out your hand

You who choose

to lead must follow,