| Peter sat on a mountaintop, 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.
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| 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.
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| 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 Here anymore.»
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| So Peter topped on his hatt and head to the west shore.
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| Singing Ladanday.
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| Have you eer 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
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| Freedom is a guide.
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| Hoping that one day we will all try.
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| Singing Landaday. |