Ripples, the Grateful dead.
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
and my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
would you hear my voice come through the music
would you hold it near as it were your own?
It'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 air
Ripple in still water
when 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 ther…
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