(Hunter & Garcia)
If my words did sing
With the voice of sunshine
And my tunes were played
On the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice
Come through the music
Would you hold it close
As if it was your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps it's better left unsaid
And I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.
Ripple in still water
Where there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full, may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hand of man.
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and dark of night
And where you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone.
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home.