If my words did glow - with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the heart of a strung
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.
Ripples in still water
When there is no pebble tossed - no wind to blow
Reach out your hand - if your cup is empty
If your cup - is full may it be again
Let it be known - there is a fountain
That was not made - by the hands of a man.
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 alone.