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If my words did glow with the
gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would
you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near, as if
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
Ripple in still
water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to
blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be
empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a
fountain
That was not made by the hands of 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
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble
tossed
Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must
follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then
who's to guide you
If I knew the way, I would take you
home |
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