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 I could bend and bow

Like the branch of ash

Bum idols for love



I wish we could dress

In only happy cloaks

And blow rave 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



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 rave 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