Peace Again

Crystal rivers rolling by

Night hawks-dark and lonely sky.

Mountains, valleys, rolling plains.

When will I find peace again?

One new morning, somewhere far away,

sandy beaches, swelter of mid-day

Heard him calling-calling in the wind,

When will I find peace again?

Peace again-like the autumn breeze,

painting flowers under rainbow trees.

Snow-filled valleys-old time friend,

When will I find peace again?

1979

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