If my words did glow with the gold of sunshineAnd my tunes were played on the harp unstrungWould you hear my voice come through the music?Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are brokenPerhaps they're better left unsungI don't know, don't really careLet there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still waterWhen there is no pebble tossedNor wind to blow
Reach out your hand, if your cup be emptyIf your cup is full, may it be againLet it be known there is a fountainThat was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple highwayBetween the dawn and the dark of nightAnd if you go, no one may followThat path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still waterWhen there is no pebble tossedNor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must followBut if you fall you fall aloneIf you should stand then who's to guide you?If I knew the way I would take you home
-Hunter/Garcia
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