RIPPLE | |
by Bob Hunter | The Grateful Dead, Chris Hillman |
G C
If my words did glow - with the gold of sunshine
G
And my tunes were played on the heart of a strung.
C
Would you hear my voice - come through the music
G D C G
Would you hold it near - as it were your own.
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
Ripples in still water
G C A D
When there is no pebble tossed - no wind to blow
G C
Reach out your hand - if your cup is empty
G
If your cup - is full may it be again
C
Let it be known - there is a fountain.
G D C G
That was not made - by the hands of a man.
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.
Ripples ....