If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
and my tunes were played on the heart of a strung.
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.
Ripples in still water... (by Robert Hunter)
"I´m a rider in the rain"
"It´s a long way to heaven and