if my words did glow with the gold of sunshine and my tunes were played on the harp unstrungwould you hear my voice come through the music would you hold it near as it were your own there is a road no simple highway between the dawn and the dark of night and if you go no one may follow that path is for your steps aloneripple in still water when there is no pebble tossed nor wind to blowit s a hand me down the thoughts are broken perhaps they re better left unsung i don t know don t really care let there be songs to fill the airripple in still water when there is no pebble tossed nor wind to blowyou 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