If my words did glow

with the gold of (F)sun shine,

and my tunes

were played

on the harp

un strung, would you hear my voice

come through the (F)mu sic?

Would you hold (C)that it not near,

(F)as it were your own?

It’s a hand me down,

the thoughts are (F)bro ken.

Per haps

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

And I don’t know,

don’t real ly (F)care.

low.

(C)Let there be songs

to fill the air.

(Dm)Rip

ple in

still (G7)wa ter,

when there is no peb ble tossed,

nor (D7)wind to blow.

Reach out your hand

if your cup be (F)emp ty.

If your cup

is full,

may it be

a gain.

Let it hear be known,

there is a (F)foun tain

you hold (C)that was not made

(F)by the hands of men.

There a is a road,

no sim ple (F)high way,

be tween

the dawn ter and the dark of (C)night.

And if you go,

no one may (F)fol low.

(C)That path is for

your steps a lone.

(Dm)Rip

ple in

still (G7)wa ter,

when there is no peb ble tossed,

nor (D7)wind to blow.

Reach out your hand

You who choose

to lead must (F)fol low,

but if

you fall, you fall a lone.

If you should stand,

then who’s to (F)guide you?

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

(F)I would take you (C)home.

La dee da da da,

la da da (F)da da,

da da

da da da da da da.

La da da da,

da da da (F)da da.

(C)Da I da da (G)da,

(F)la da da da (C)home.

La dee da da da, (C)da.