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?
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
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
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
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
It’s hard to believe that the song
by Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead
is over 50 years old
and yet still causes
A RIPPLE
harder still to believe all of the
RIPPLES
that still lie within you to
C A U S E
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .
WAIT NO LONGER