A long time ago or it is said
When good Saint Peter lived on Earth
As a boy he became scared
To find the star of his own birth
As soon as he reached out it flew away
Trailing behind it fire and dust
And as its glowing wake began to fade
Young Peter’s dreams all turned to rust
The star laughed aloud
Through the streets of paradise
It shouted and cried
Oh how it made fun of him
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Let me stroke an angel’s wings
To see whether she thinks of me
Let me stroke an angel’s wings
To see whether she will love me
And then Saint Peter left this world
Upon a horse into the night
In vain he searched the Milky Way
For his young star that burned so bright
Until to heaven he returned
And stood uncertain by the door
Scared his sorrow would be revealed
In case his haloed friends all saw
They all laughed aloud
On the streets of paradise
They shouted and cried
Oh how they made fun of him
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But then all the soft white clouds unfurled
And it was God he stood before
He changed the star into a world
And put Saint Peter on the door
And all these angels lost their wings
By the power of Saint Peter’s love
He left them demons now in hell
While he remained with God above
Now they shout, now they cry
In the dark night most of all
Now they shout, now they cry
In the corner of our souls
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