If my words did glow
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With the gold of sunshine
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And my tunes were played
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On the harp unstrung
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Would you hear my voice
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Come through the music
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Would you hold it near
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As it were your own?
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It's a hand me down
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The thoughts are broken
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Perhaps they're better
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Left unsung
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I don't know
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Don't really care
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Let there be songs
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To fill the air
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Ripple in still water
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When there is no pebble tossed
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Nor wind to blow
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Reach out your hand
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If your cup be empty
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If your cup is full
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May it be again
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Let it be known
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There is a fountain
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That was not made
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By the hands of men
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And there's a road
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No simple highway
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Between the dawn
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And the dark of night
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If you go
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No one may follow
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That path is for
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Your steps alone
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Ripple in still water
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When there is no pebble tossed
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Nor wind to blow
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You who choose
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To lead must follow
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But if you fall
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You fall all alone
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If you should stand
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Who's to guide you?
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If I knew the way
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I would take you home
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Ripple
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| Jimmie Dale Gilmore |
