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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