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