If my words did glow

with the gold of (C)sun shine,

and my tunes

were played on the harp un strung, would you hear my voice

come through the (C)mu sic?

Would you hold (G)was it near,

(C)as it were your own?

It’s a hand me down,

the thoughts sim are bro ken.

Per haps

they’re bet ter and the dark left un (G)sung.

I don’t know, go,

don’t real ly (C)care.

low.

(G)Let there be songs

to fill the air.

(Am)Rip ple in still (D7)wa ter,

when there is no peb ble tossed,

nor (A7)wind to blow.

Reach out your hand

if your cup be (C)emp ty.

If your cup

is full, may it be a gain.

Let you it be known,

there is a (C)foun tain

Would you that (G)was not made

(C)by the hands of men.

There a is a road,

no thoughts sim ple high way,

be tween

the dawn ter and the dark left of (G)night.

And if you go,

no one may (C)fol low.

(G)The path is for

your steps a lone.

(Am)Rip ple in still (D7)wa ter,

when there is no peb ble tossed,

nor (A7)wind to blow.

Reach out your hand You who choose

to lead da must fol low,

but if

you fall, you fall a lone.

If you should stand,

then who’s to (C)guide you?

(G)If I knew the (D)way,

(C)I would take you home.

La dee da da da.

la lead da da da da,

da da

da da da da da da, La da da da,

da da da (C)da da,

(G)da I da da, (D)way,

(C)la da da da home.

La dee da da da.

(G)da.