Wish

I wish it was spring
I wish it was your house
We’d invite the beggars
Hanging ’bout your front fence

Wish I was your tree
I wish we could bend and bow
Like the branch of ash
Burn idols for love
Burn idols for love

I wish we could dress
Only happy cloaks
And blow brave waves
In the lily pond

I wish I was your mirror
Give you up my wand
Wish I was your mirror
Be your fine shine

Wish I was a nomad
Living in your land
An Irish tinker drinking juice of rose
From your hand

Wish I was a beggar
Waiting at your door

I wish we could dress
Only happy cloaks
And blow brave waves
To the lily pond

I wish I was your mirror
Give you up my wand
Wish I was your mirror
Be your fine shine

I wish I could rush
To see the first sun
Rise to your call
Burn idols for love

The most complete source of information on the career of musician Peter Murphy.