Wish Songtext
von Peter Murphy

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
In only happy cloaks
And blow grave waves
In the lily pond
I wish I was your mirror
Give you up my wand
Wish I was your mirror
In 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
In only happy cloaks
And blow grave waves
To the lily pond
I wish I was your mirror
Give you up my wand
Wish I was your mirror
In your fine shine

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