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 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
You 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

By the Grateful Dead