Ripplin' Waters

      by Jimmy Ibbotson

I've got ripplin' waters to wake me 
To the mornin' my woman and love,
Tall pine trees are pointin' 
This easily to heaven above
Blue spruce flamin' on the grate in the evenin' 
takes the chill away fine;
cut the telephone line, 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 women said that they needed 
more room for the winter.
The people like pullin' out the stuffin' 
when they sit down so it passes the time
cut the telephone line, 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 make 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 snow line
In a meadow of columbine

Oh, little Jennifer, I'd give a penny for what you've got on your mind;
Seems like most of the time you're lyin' there dreamin'.
Maybe in your vision you see how our mission is slightly less than divine;
Cut the telephone line, the story's the same.

Now ripplin' waters flow through the ceiling and the walls and they're
keepin' me warm;
And the closest I've been to my fam'ly for days is my music.
But to silently stare in the morning sky is like hearing her calling my name;
Cut the telephone line, the story might change.

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 snow line
In a meadow of columbine



Copyright 1975 Unart Music Corporation and Colorado Music, Inc.
by Jim Ibbotson

From the John Denver album, "I Want to Live"