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.