G | |
If my words did | glow |
C | |
with the gold of | sunshine |
C | |
And my | tunes were played on the harp |
G | |
un | strung. Would you hear my voice come |
C | |
through the | music? |
G | D | C | G | |
Would you | hold it | near | as it were your | own? |
G | C | |
It’s a hand me | down; the thoughts are | broken |
G | |
Perhaps they’re better left | unsung. |
C | |
I don’t know; don’t really | care |
G | D | C | G |
Let there be | songs to | fill the | air. |
Am | D |
Ripple in still | water |
G | C | |
Where there | is no pebble | tossed |
A | D | |
Nor | wind to | blow |
G | C | |
Reach out your | hand if your cup is | empty |
G | |
If your cup is full, may it be a | gain |
C | |
Let it be known there is a | fountain |
G | D | C | G |
That was not | made | by the hand of | man |
C | |
There is a road no simple | highway |
G | |
Between the dawn and the dark of | night |
C | |
And if you go, no one may | guide you |
G | D | C | G |
That path is | for | your steps a | lone |
Am | D |
Ripple in still | water |
G | C | |
Where there | is no pebble | tossed |
A | D | |
Nor | wind to | blow |
G | C | |
You must | choose to lead or | follow |
G | |
But if you fall you fall | alone |
C | |
And if you stand then who’s to | guide you? |
G | D | C | G |
If I knew the | way, | I would take you | home. |
La da-da-da-da |