Song | Ripple (Remastered Single Version) |
Artist | Grateful Dead |
Album | American Beauty [Expanded] |
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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 thru 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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
La dee da da da | |
la da da da da | |
da da da, da da, da da da da da | |
La da da da | |
la da da, da da | |
la da da da, la da, da da | |
…… |
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 thru the music | |
Would you hold it near as it were your own? | |
It' s a handmedown, 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 | |
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 | |
La dee da da da | |
la da da da da | |
da da da, da da, da da da da da | |
La da da da | |
la da da, da da | |
la da da da, la da, da da | |
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 thru the music | |
Would you hold it near as it were your own? | |
It' s a handmedown, 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 | |
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 | |
La dee da da da | |
la da da da da | |
da da da, da da, da da da da da | |
La da da da | |
la da da, da da | |
la da da da, la da, da da | |