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 tossed
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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