Black Peter

All of my friends come to see me last night

I was laying in my bed and dying

Annie Beauneau 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 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

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 going up and then the the sun it going 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 lying in pain

Now let's go run and see

Run and see

Run and see

Run, run and see

Ey, ey, run and see