As most, if not all of you know, I am a huge fan of music. My husband and I met because of music. Most of my friends and I met because of music. It is a huge part of who I am and plays a big part in my life every single day.
The words in songs are almost as important to me as the music itself, so I had an idea to share some of my very favorite songs on Sundays (which is probably my favorite day of the week, plus it has a nice ring to it).
I've been thinking of this for a while, but could not decide which song to do first! I thought about having Gradle by Widespread Panic be the first song since that inspired the name of my blog, but I posted already about that one. Click here to check it out. We were watching Freaks and Geeks (which we rented through Netflix and have been watching for a few weeks now) and the very last episode closed with this song. By the way, if you didn't watch that show when it was on air, you should look into renting it. It was a great show.
Ripple is probably the prettiest Grateful Dead song there is...and there are thousands. It is a beautiful song that N and I danced our first dance to at our wedding. It is one of my favorites and definitely does justice for the first of Sing-a-long Sundays. Enjoy!
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 thru 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.
La dee da da da,
La da da da da,
Da da da, Da da,
Da da da da da
La da da da,
La da da, Da da,
La da da da,
La da, Da da.
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 thru 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.
La dee da da da,
La da da da da,
Da da da, Da da,
Da da da da da
La da da da,
La da da, Da da,
La da da da,
La da, Da da.
