Peace is all I ever prayed for
Till you came into my life
Peace is what you were not made for

Till I heard the tunes you played for
Me, wild skirling pipe and fife
Peace is all I ever prayed for

Shall Her teachings be betrayed for
A spirit born for joy and strife?
Peace is what you were not made for

We kissed in meadows all arrayed for
Spring--red cress, purple loosestrife
Peace is all I ever prayed for

But love cannot be bought or payed for
Nor chosen. Though my doubts are rife
Peace is what you were not made for

If I'm the one you draw your blade for--
I'll be your peace. You be my knife
Peace is all I ever prayed for
Peace is what you were not made for