I've got ripplin' water to wake meTo the mornin'My woman and loveAnd tall pine trees are pointing us easilyTo heaven aboveBlue spruce flaming on the grate in the eveningTakes the chill away fineCut the telephone lineAnd the story's the sameThere's a worn red chair by the windowThat we found at a sale down the wayWhen some old women said that theyNeeded more room for the winterBut people like pulling out the stuffing when they sit downAnd so it passes the timeCut the telephone lineThe story's the sameOhLike a bubble on a windy dayI start to flutter when I hear you sayThat you feel too good to go awayAnd you make me feel fineAnd you made my world a warmer placeBy the sparkling of your diamond faceOn a frayed spot put a little laceAnd you make me feel fineWarm as the mountain sunshineOn the edge of the snow lineIn a meadow of columbineOhLittle jenniferI'd give a penny forWhat you've got on your mindIt seems like most of the timeYou're lying there dreamingMaybe in your vision you see how our mission isSlightly less than divineYou cut the telephone lineThe story's the sameAnd now ripplin' waters flow through pipesIn the walls and they're keeping me warmAnd the closest I've been to my familyFor days is my musicBut to silently stare in the morning skyIt's like hearing her calling my nameYou cut the telephone lineAnd the story might changeOhLike a bubble on a windy dayStart to flutter when I hear you sayThat you feel too good to go awayAnd you make me feel fineAnd you made my world a warmer placeBy the sparkling of your diamond faceOn a frayed spot put a little laceAnd you make me feel fineWarm as the mountain sunshineOn the edge of the snow lineIn a meadow of columbine
Ripplin' Waters
Ripplin' Waters