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 there is a fountain, 
That was not made 
by the hands of men.

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.

Ripple in still water, 
When there is no pebble tossed, 
Nor wind to blow.

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.

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