Mister Grieves - Peter Adams

I know you Mister Grieves, my friend, sitting in by the fire

Falling down to your knees you say Hallelujah, Hallelu

My oh my mister grieves, again, you’re starting out a bit too late

Can’t make up for all the things you did

But Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Let’s all have a good time.

It’s the holy part of me

Let’s all have a good time and worry when our faces start to show it

We’ll worry when we realize we’ve blown it

Cry away mister grieves, all day.

It’s the last emotion you’ll feel

You truly have my sympathy but not my pity.

Pitiful

Mister Grieves how’d it come to this?

You always thought you be on top

You’d start behaving right one of these days but now it’s too late

Now it’s gone away

Cause nothing really matters till you’re smart enough to know it

And then you’ll get a glimpse of what it’s like to be a poet

Time is running out for dying old man Mister Grieves

Wasted one whole life and now he’s just repeating please

Strange how Mister Grieves never professed in these beliefs

Now he’s all alone at least

And in the morning sun wipe away your tears

Wipe away your tears when the wind blows

You could be just like me, and you will be just fine.

You will be just fine

Mister Grieves