Thursday; August 14, 2008
Ripplin’ Waters
lyrics & vocals by: Jimmy Ibbotson
music by: Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Editorial Note:
These words are beautiful .. but you have to listen to the recording to receive all it’s splendor. You can download it from any of the online Music Sharing sites .. or you can purchase the album / CD entitled Symphonion Dream … The song starts out as inaudible rain in the distance .. getting closer .. so give it a few seconds at the beginning …
These words are beautiful .. but you have to listen to the recording to receive all it’s splendor. You can download it from any of the online Music Sharing sites .. or you can purchase the album / CD entitled Symphonion Dream … The song starts out as inaudible rain in the distance .. getting closer .. so give it a few seconds at the beginning …
1
I got rippling waters to wake me
to the morning, my woman and love
and tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above.
Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening
takes the chill away fine.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same
2
There's a worn red chair by the window
that we found at a sale down the way
when some old women said that they needed more room for the winter.
People like pulling out the stuffing when they sit down
and so it passes the time.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same.
Hook
Blow like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel to good to go away
And you make me feel fine
And you've made my world a warmer place
By the sparkling of your diamond face
On a frayed spot, put a little lace
And you make me feel fine
Warm as the mountain sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine
3
Oh, little Jennifer, I'd give a penny for
what you've got on your mind
it seems like most of the time you're lying there dreaming.
Maybe in your vision you’ll see how our mission
is slightly less than divine.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same.
is slightly less than divine.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same.
4
And now rippling waters flow through pipes
in the walls and they're keeping me warm
and the closest I've been to my family for days is my music.
But to silently stare in the morning sky
it's like hearing her calling my name.
You cut the telephone line and the story’ might’ change.
Repeat Hook
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