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[G] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G] If my words could glow with the glow of [C]sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp un[G]strung Would you hear my voice come through the [C]music? Would you [G]hold it [D]near [C]as it were your [G]own? It's a hand-me-down; the thoughts are [C]broken Perhaps they're better left un[G]sung. I don't know; don't really [C]care [G]Let there be [D]songs [C]to fill the [G]air. {soc} [Am]Ripple in still [D]water Where there [G]is no pebble [C]tossed Nor [A]wind to [D]blow {eoc} Reach out your [G]hand if your cup is [C]empty If your cup is full, may it be a[G]gain Let it be known there is a [C]fountain [G]That was not [D]made [C]by the hand of [G]men There is a road no simple [C]highway Between the dawn and the dark of [G]night And if you go no one may [C]guide you [G]That path is [D]for [C]your steps a[G]lone {c:Chorus} You must [G]choose to lead or [C]follow But if you fall you fall [G]alone And if you stand then who's to [C]guide you? [G]If I knew the [D]way, [C]I would take you [G]home. {c:Verse chords over the hum; everybody sing!} La-n-da-da-da-daa...... -- ========================================================================== Joe Hartley - jh@cadre.com - Cadre Technologies, Inc. Without deviation from the norm, "progress" is not possible. - Frank Zappa ... and in sports, Shoemaker-Levy 9, Jupiter 10.