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Peter Piper

from The Musician by Ryan Mitchell-Smith

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Written many moons ago as a journey song for departed love...

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Peter Piper

Peter lived in a house of straw,
Before the guns and the holy war,
He caught a fish with a crafted spear,
The threat of hunger his only fear,
Before the fish took one last breath,
He reassessed the fish’s death,
He caught a glimpse of nature’s art,
Returned Mother Nature’s aquatic heart.

What’s the point in killing if it just don’t feel right?
Telling my heart not to feel,
Take another look upon reflection in the daylight,
What will be will be, baby,

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Peter worked on his artistic skills,
Crafting songs roaming the hills,
He spied a town upon his way,
And went to sing a melody,
He stirred the town with tales of love,
A pretty penny fell from above,
But he gambled away and turned to drink,
Brought himself back upon the brink,

What’s the point in dying if it just don’t feel right?
Telling my soul not to feel,
Take another look upon reflection in the daylight,
What will be will be, lady,

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Peter turned back to his work,
Of writing songs of love and hurt,
Whilst singing in his favourite house,
A dainty voice leaped from the crowd,
A fair maiden caught his eye,
As she hummed along to his lullaby,
They sang together for nigh on a year,
Until a crossroads did appear.

What’s the point in crying if it just don’t feel right?
Telling my love not to feel,
Take another look upon reflection in the daylight,
What will be will be, honey,

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

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from The Musician, track released April 24, 2011
Written, Recorded and Produced by Ryan Mitchell-Smith 2011.
© Ryan Mitchell-Smith 2011. All Rights Reserved.

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