G
C
G
C
G
D
C
G
G
If
my words did 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?
G
It's
a hand-me-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
G
There
is a 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
G
alone
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
G
Da
Da Da
C
Da
G
2
C
x
G
D
C
G