Peter Webster

Peter Webster

BandFolkAcoustic

We play intelligent acoustic music. Clever arrangements of good original songs.

Biography

Listen to the music - you'll either like it or you won't.

Lyrics

Sweet Songs

Written By: Peter Webster

Sing those sweet, sweet songs to me,
Flaunt the words that make me sigh,
Haunt me with their melodies,
One last time before I die.

My body won’t obey my will
And only dimly can I see.
Though my heart is beating still,
I fear my strength is leaving me.

Chorus
Lie on the bed next to me,
Share my fading history,
Soon my spirit shall be free,
And my mind at liberty.

See this smile upon my lips?
Plant it in your memory.
That’s how I want you to remember me
If you ever think of me.

Repeat Chorus

I am proud that you were mine
And I’m glad you’ve come to me.
You’re every word on every line
Of a living poetry.

Repeat Chorus

There's Something You Can Do

Written By: Peter Webster

When my world breaks down,
When it falls apart
And I’m left alone,
Back here at the start,
Then there’s nothing you can do,
Except hold my hand and love me like you do.

The ticker tape parade
Passed on years ago;
Now the memories fade
Of this old hero
And there’s nothing you can do
Except hold my hand and love me like you do.

Although my day is done and my battle lost,
I have a precious Jewell beyond any cost.
Though the world is upside-down and my end is start,
You make of silence sound and fill an empty heart.

Once I was the sun
And I shone so bright.
That time has been and gone
And I’ve lost my light,
And there’s nothing you can do
Except hold my hand and love me like you do.

Although my day is done and my battle lost,
I have a precious Jewell beyond any cost.
Though the world is upside-down and my end is start,
You make of silence sound and fill an empty heart.

When I come home at night
Full of deep despair
And I can’t see the light
Shining anywhere
Then there’s something you can do:
You can hold my hand and love me like you do.

Sweet Songs

Written By: Peter John Webster

Sing those sweet, sweet songs to me;
Flaunt the words and make me sigh;
Haunt me with their melodies,
One more time before I die.

My body won't obey my will
And only dimly can I see.
Although my heart is beating still,
I fear my strength is leaving me.

Chorus:
Lie on the bed, next to me,
Share my fading history;
Soon my spirit shall be free,
And my mind at liberty.

See this smile upon my lips?
Plant it in your memory.
That's how I'd like you to remember me,
If you ever think of me.

Repeat chorus.

I am proud that you were mine,
And I'm glad you've come to me:
You're every word on every line
Of a living poetry.

Repeat chorus.