Ripple

Garcia-Hunter

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the heart of a strum
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
When there is no pebble tossed
No wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup is 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 men
Ripples in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
No wind to blow
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