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Peter sat on a mountaintop |
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Northern wind blows through his hair all day long |
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Peter never took no time for him to stop |
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Just stood right there and he stared, singing, oh |
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He don't need us anymore, 'cause life is just too good |
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He'll be living everyday and loving like we could |
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And that's Peter's song |
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Have you ever known a boy, lonely as can be |
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A lifetime away he was a child of the free |
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So here he stand alone crying at the sea |
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It listens and moves and holds him, singing, oh |
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He don't need us anymore, 'cause life is just too good |
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He'll be living everyday and loving like we could |
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And that's Peter's song |
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Late one day on the mountaintop Peter swept down the side |
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He'd been waiting all his life for one more change to ride |
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But the sun said, "Son, don't you come around up |
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Here anymore", so Peter topped on his hat |
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And head to the west shore |
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Singing ladanday |
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And he's singing it all night long |
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Singing ladanday |
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And he's singing it all night long |
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And that's Peter's song |
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Have you ever known a boy lonely as can be |
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Lifetimes away we were children of the sea |
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And if the sun and moon come through, freedom is a guide |
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Hoping that one day we will all try |
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Singing ladanday |
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And I'm singing it all night long |
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Singing ladanday |
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And I'm singing it all night long |
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And that's Peter's song |
