Girl sleeping on a mansion roof
Under a wintry sky
Wrapped she is in furs and sable,
Starlight in her eye
And what is the name of this creature ?
Where did she live and when ?
Who was she and why was it
That Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn

Four o'clock on a marble morning,
Water pouring on her skin
In fever her life bursts open
And a hurricane blows in
When high from the dreams of this creature
A thief on a horse descends
It was dawn and it was December
And Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn

It was all of a windy day
And the sky was full of crows
When her lovely soul ascended
she just closed her heart and rose
And whither the soul of this creature ?
Tell me the story again
Of scarves and songs and the skin of space
And how Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn

I would dive in a freezing river,
Set fire to a hundred men
If I could for just one time
Love somebody the way that he loved Beverly Penn

Copyright: Global Talent Publishing
Writer(s): MICHAEL SCOTT