The Wishing Song - David Pablo Cohn

Live at the PT Vintage, July 4, 2026 (c) 2026 David Pablo Cohn Forty miles outside of Belfast, rain still coming down Wind across the road again like waves upon the beach Wishing I could call you, but my phone's been dead since Derry Wishing you could see all of this green I wish you bluest summer skies, and gentle autumn rain And that we could find a way to see it through I wish you all of life's embrace, and none of heartache's pain And I wish you all the love that I still wish I had with you (x2) The roads up here aren't half as bad as they were down in Clare But the money's strange, the roadside maps are no one's work of art I wish I'd stayed in Donegal, it's far enough as fair Wish I'd had another change of heart And I wish you fiddle dancing tunes into the Doolin night And I wish you stillness of the morning dew I wish that I could find another way to make it right And I wish you all the love that I still wish I had with you (x2) Sligo was a revelation, up on Maeve's cairn All the world lain down from above The smallness of our quarrels could fit into your hand Like the trembling heart of a broken-winged dove I wish you bluest summer skies, and gentle autumn rain And I wish that all your wishes still came true I wish you all of life's embrace, and none of heartache's pain And I wish you all the love that I still wish I had with you And I wish the wind upon your back as you set on your way And the road to alway rise to meet your shoe I wish an Irish blessing on your shoulder every day And I wish you all the love that I still wish I had with you (x2)