Black Peter

All of my friends come to see me last night I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Bonneau of St. Angel Well the weather down here so fine Just then the wind came squalling through the dark But who can the weather command? Just wanna 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 And tomorrow maybe laid 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 coming up and then sun goes down Shine through my window and my friends they come around Come around, come around People may know but the people don't care How man could be as poor as me Just look at poor Peter, boy, he's lying in pain And tomorrow maybe, there you come and see Come and see, come and see, come and see