Black peter

All of my friends come to see me last night I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Beauneu 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 lead up to this day and it's just like any other day that's ever been Sun goin up and then the sun it goin 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 lyin in pain now let's go run and see" Run and see hey, hey, run and see