Song Peter, Peter Lyrics

Where I”m from, we don”t think of dying

We see his face and our feet are flying

To the place where the walls are made of things

We lock the door and ignore our fearing

While his eyes, through the wall, are peering

And now and then, one of us will start to sing

CHORUS:

Peter, don”t you miss my number

Where it”s written in your golden ledger

Peter, don”t you miss my number now

Peter, see that you will know me when

I come to call at the gates of heaven

Peter, don”t you miss my number now

Where I”m from, we don”t see the old ones

Put their lives in a place where no one

Has to see such a horrifying thing

But where they live, the walls are falling down

You can see the light and you can hear the sound

Of the song an astounding number sing