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Ripple - (Awake #14)




Ripple - Grateful Dead

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 it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down,
the thoughts are broken...
Perhaps they are
better left unsung.
I don't know,
don't really care...
Let there be songs
songs to fill the air.


(Chorus)
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 men.

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


(Chorus)
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
Tags: music - grateful dead, music - lyrics, s - awake series, s - poetry - awake series
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