Black Peter

But who can the weather command?
Annie Bonneau from St. Angel
And it's just like any other day that's ever been
And a friend or two I love at hand
Roll on up, gonna roll back down
One more day I find myself alive
Now let's go run and see, run and see
Fever roll up to a hundred and five

See here how everything lead up to this day
Just wanna have a little peace to die
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain
Come around, come around
Just then the wind came squalling through the dark
The people might know but the people don't care
That a man could be as poor as me
Say the weather down here so fine
Shine through my window and my friends they come around
Sun going up and then the sun going down