If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
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And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
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Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
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Would you hold it near as it were your own?
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
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Perhaps they're better left unsung.
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I don't know, don't really care
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Let there be songs 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 if your cup be empty,
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If your cup is full may it be again,
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Let it be known there is a fountain,
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That was not made by the hands of men.
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There is a road, no simple highway,
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Between the dawn and the dark of night,
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And if you go no one may follow,
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That path is for 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 would lead, must follow
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But if you fall you fall alone,
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If you should stand then who's to guide you?
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If I knew the way I would take you home.
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La dee da da da, La da da da da, Da da da, Da da, Da da da da da
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La da da da, La da da, Da da, La da da da, La da, Da da.
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Ripple (Remastered Version)
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Grateful Dead |