Ripple

Nor wind to blow
It's a hand me down

I don't know
Let it be known
That was not made
Don't really care

Nor wind to blow

And the dark of night
There's a road
There is a fountain
By the hands of men

But if you go
If you should stand
Would you hold it near
Your steps alone
Reach out your hand
Come through the music?
When there is no pebble tossed
Ripple in still water
Perhaps they're better
To fill the air
As it were your own?
The thoughts are broken
And ripple in still water
Between to the dawn
When there is no pebble tossed
If your cup is full
And my tunes were played

Let there be songs
But if you fall
Left unsung

Would you hear my voice

And you who choose

No simple highway

You'll fall all alone
That path is for
If your cup be empty

No one may follow
May it be again
On the harps unstrung
To lead must follow
Then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way