Long time ago in Bethnall Green
Was born a baby boy
Peter Greenbaum was his name
Who ‘d later bring us great joy.
Blues in his hands and in his heart
The saddest you’ll have heard
Melancholy intertwined
With the sweetness of a bird
Hark now hear his plaintive cry
His torments drove him mad
They’re in the blue notes and the bends
We miss his playing so bad.
Peter lived with daemons
And drugs they took their toll
But listen closely now my friends
To the pain inside Peter’s soul.
Who knows what they did for him
The reefers, smack and crack
But soon his time would sadly end
As front man of Fleetwood Mac.
Hark now hear the angels sing
Sometimes he made them cry
His talent made them envious
So they summoned him up on high.
He leaves behind his legacy
And we are left here to mourn
But Peter’s happy playing there
For he wished he’d never been born.
The angels sit at Peter’s feet
Their gain has been our loss
The star of Fleetwood Mac has been
Their weight and albatross.
Hark now hear his plaintive cry
His torments drove him mad
They’re in the blue notes and the bends
We miss his playing so bad.
