If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine 
And my tunes were played on the harp [bad word]  
Would you hear my [bad word] [bad word] 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. 
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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. 

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 whos to guide you? 
If I knew the way I would take you home. 

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La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.