About The Song
John Denver, a name synonymous with heartfelt folk music and beautiful ballads, gifted us with countless timeless classics. Among these, “Ripplin’ Waters” holds a special place. Released in 1977, this song, like many of Denver’s works, paints vivid pictures of nature and evokes a sense of tranquility and peace.
“Ripplin’ Waters” is more than just a song about a natural phenomenon; it’s a meditation on love, life, and the beauty of the natural world. The rippling waters serve as a metaphor for the ebb and flow of life, and the constant changes that we all experience. Denver’s lyrics invite listeners to contemplate their own lives and the ways in which they are connected to the natural world.
The music itself is equally evocative. The gentle acoustic guitar strums create a warm and inviting atmosphere, while Denver’s soothing vocals carry the listener on a peaceful journey. The melody is simple yet memorable, allowing the lyrics to take center stage.
One of the most striking aspects of the song is its imagery. Denver’s descriptions of nature are so vivid that it’s almost as if we can see the rippling waters, feel the cool breeze on our skin, and hear the sound of the birds singing. This ability to transport the listener to another place and time is a hallmark of Denver’s songwriting.
Thematically, “Ripplin’ Waters” explores universal themes of love, loss, and the passage of time. The song suggests that while life is full of change and uncertainty, there is beauty and meaning to be found in every moment. It’s a reminder to cherish our connections with others and to appreciate the simple things in life.
“Ripplin’ Waters” is more than just a song; it’s an invitation to slow down, take a deep breath, and connect with the natural world. It’s a timeless classic that continues to resonate with audiences of all ages. Whether you’re a longtime fan of John Denver or new to his music, this song is sure to leave a lasting impression.
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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,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 woman said that they needed more room for the winter.People like pulling out the stuffing 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 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, little Jennifer, 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,Cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.Now rippling waters flow through the ceiling and the walls and they’re keeping me warmAnd 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,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.Warm as a mountain sunshine, on the edge of a snowline, in a meadow of Columbine.