If my words could glow with the gold of sunshine

and my tunes were played on the harp un- -strung

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 off left un- -sung.

I don't know: I don't really care

Let there be songs to fill the air.

CHORUS

Ripple in still water

where there is no pebble tossed

Nor 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 hand of men.

There is a road, no simple highway

between the dawn and the dark of night.

And if you go, no one may guide you.

That path is for your steps a- -lone.

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You must choose to lead or follow.

But if you fall, you fall a- -lone.

And if you stand, then who's to guide you?

If I knew the way, I would take you home.