Black Peter Lyrics

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 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 leads up to this day
And it′s just like any other day that's ever been
Sun going up and then
The sun, it′s going down
Shine through my window and
My friends, they come around

Come around
Come around, oh

The 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