Black Peter Songtext
von David Gans

All of my friends come to see me last night
I wanna lay in my bed and die
Anybody know 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


The fever went to a hundred and five
Roll on up, better roll on 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 coming up and then the sun is going down
Shine through my window and my friends, they come around
Come around, come around

The people might know but the people don′t care
That a man can be as poor as me
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain
Let's all go run and see
Run and see, run and see
Run and see, run and see