I WISH YOU PEACE

I wish you peace when the cold winds blow
Warmed by the fire's glow
I wish you comfort in the, the lonely time
Arms to hold you when you ache inside

I wish you hope when things are going bad
Kind words when times are sad
I wish you shelter from the, the raging wind
Cooling waters at the fever's end

I wish you peace when times are hard
A light to guide you through the dark
And when storms are high, and your, your dreams are low
I wish you the strength to let love grow
Oh, I wish you the strength to let love flow

Wish you peace when times are hard
A light to guide you through the dark
And when storms are high and your, your dreams are low

Wish you the strength to let love grow, ah, ah, ah
I wish you the strength to let love flow, ah, ah, ah

I wish you the strength to let love glow, ah, ah, ah
I wish you the strength to let love glow

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bernie Leadon / Patti Davis

I Wish You Peace lyrics © Likely Story Music, Likely Story Music Co.

I Wish You PeaceSong by Eagles ‧ 1975

I wish you peace when the cold winds blow
Warmed by the fire's glow
I wish you comfort in the, the lonely time
Arms to hold you when you ache inside

I wish you hope when things are going bad
Kind words when times are sad
I wish you shelter from the, the raging wind
Cooling waters at the fever's end

I wish you peace when times are hard
A light to guide you through the dark
And when storms are high, and your, your dreams are low
I wish you the strength to let love grow
Oh, I wish you the strength to let love flow

Wish you peace when times are hard
A light to guide you through the dark
And when storms are high and your, your dreams are low

Wish you the strength to let love grow, ah, ah, ah
I wish you the strength to let love flow, ah, ah, ah

I wish you the strength to let love glow, ah, ah,

The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.