Through the forest flourishing day by night
Thorns from the barks take whips on Pete
St. Pete St. Pete O my brother St. Peter
Cool leaves brushes the fabric and scorned
Foggy nightfalls of noisiness and torn
O my brother Peter
Restless upon juicy mud and battered limbs
Stars never sing insects twinkle late night hymns
O Morning break, please come dear
Let me open my eyes and see it from here
The birds fly, the eagles soar by
Sweet as the mint of spring
O my brother St. Peter
Stroll to the vines of berries and lakes
Inhale the pure morning after
Rest upon clouds and warmth shores
My brother, Old St. Peter
