Grateful Dead - Ripple

^GIf my words did glow, with the gold of ^Csunshine And my tunes, were played, on the harp un^Gstrung Would you hear my voice, come through the ^Cmusic? Would you ^Ghold it ^Dnear, ^Cas it were your ^Gown?

^GIt's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are ^Cbroken Perhaps they're better left un^Gsung I don't know, don't really ^Ccare ^GLet there be ^Dsongs, ^Cto fill the ^Gair

^AmRipple in still ^Dwater, When there ^Gis no pebble ^Ctossed, Nor ^Awind to ^Dblow

Reach out your ^Ghand, if your cup be ^Cempty If your cup is full, may it be a^Ggain Let it be known, there is a ^Cfountain ^GThat was not ^Dmade, ^Cby the hands of ^Gmen

^GThere is a road, no simple ^Chighway Between the dawn, and the dark of ^Gnight And if you go, no one may ^Cfollow ^GThat path is ^Dfor, ^Cyour steps ^Galone

^AmRipple in still ^Dwater, When there ^Gis no pebble ^Ctossed, Nor ^Awind to ^Dblow

You who ^Gchoose, to lead must ^Cfollow But if you fall, you fall a^Glone If you should stand, then who's to ^Cguide you? ^GIf I knew the ^Dway, ^CI would take you ^Ghome

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