Girl sleeping on a mansion roofUnder a wintry skyWrapped she is in furs and sable,Starlight in her eyeAnd what is the name of this creature ?Where did she live and when ?Who was she and why was itThat Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn
Four o'clock on a marble morning,Water pouring on her skinIn fever her life bursts openAnd a hurricane blows inWhen high from the dreams of this creatureA thief on a horse descendsIt was dawn and it was DecemberAnd Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn
It was all of a windy dayAnd the sky was full of crowsWhen her lovely soul ascendedshe just closed her heart and roseAnd whither the soul of this creature ?Tell me the story againOf scarves and songs and the skin of spaceAnd how Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn
I would dive in a freezing river,Set fire to a hundred menIf I could for just one timeLove somebody the way that he loved Beverly Penn
by Michael Scott
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Waterboys
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