Black Peter

All of my friends come to see me last night

I was laying in my bed and dying

Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel

say "the weather down here so fine"

Just then the wind

came squalling through the door

but who can

the weather command?

Just want to have

a little peace to die

and a friend or two

I love at hand

Fever roll up to a hundred and five

Roll on up

gonna roll back down

One more day

I find myself alive

tomorrow

maybe go

beneath the ground

See here how everything

lead up to this day

and it's just like

any other day

that's ever been

Sun goin up

and then the

sun it goin down

Shine through my window and

my friends they come around

come around

come around

People may know but

the people don't care

that a man could be

as poor as me...

"Take a look at poor Peter

he's lyin in pain

now let's go run

and see"

Run and see

hey, hey,

run and see