Ripple --- R. Hunter/J. Garcia
If my words did [G]glow, with the gold of [C]sunshine,
And my tunes were played on the harp un-[G]strung.
Would you hear my voice come through the [C]music?
Would you [G]hold it [D]near [C]as it were your [G]own?
It’s a hand-me-[G]down. The thoughts are [C]broken.
Perhaps they’re better left un-[G]sung.
I don’t know, don’t really [C]care.
[G]Let there be [D]songs [C]to fill the [G]air.
[Am]Ripple in still [D]water
When there [G]is no pebble [C]tossed
Nor [A]wind to [D]blow.
Reach out your [G]hand if your cup be [C]empty.
If your cup is full, may it be a-[G]gain.
Let it be known there is a [C]fountain
[G]That was not [D]made [C]by the hands of [G]men.
There is a [G]road, no simple [C]highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of [G]night.
And if you go, no one may [C]follow.
[G]That path is [D]for [C]your steps a-[G]lone.
[Am]Ripple in still [D]water
When there [G]is no pebble [C]tossed
Nor [A]wind to [D]blow.
You who [G]choose to lead must [C]follow,
But if you fall, you fall a-[G]lone.
If you should stand, then who’s to [C]guide you?
[G]If I knew the [D]way, [C]I would take you [G]home.
"La la la..." for one verse.