ripplin' waters
denver, john
i've got rippling waters to wake me to the morning my woman in love
tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above. blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening
takes the chill away fine
the story's the same. there's a worn red chair by the window that she found at a sale down the way
when some old woman said that they needed more room for the winter. people like pulling out the stuffing when they sit down
the story's the same. ooh
like a bubble on a windy day start to flutter when i hear you say
that you feel too good to go away and you make me feel fine. and you made the world a warmer place
by the sparkle of your diamond face. on a gray spot
put a little lace and you make me feel fine
warm as a mountain sunshine
on the edge of a snowline
in a meadow of columbine. oh
i'd give a penny for what you've got on your mind
seems like most of the time you're lying there dreaming. maybe in your vision you see how our mission is
slightly less than defined
the story's the same. now rippling waters flow through the ceiling and 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 is like hearing her calling my name
the story's the same. ooh
like a bubble on a windy day start to flutter when i hear you say
that you feel too good to go away and you make me feel fine. warm as a mountain sunshine
on the edge of a snowline
in a meadow of columbine.