Peter Two

I can sniff trouble, but don't get frightened, no one informs on you, before you know, it’ll soon be time, let go all you loathe, silence is the rub, a source of brine, hands that you scrub, laugh at the cold, hear the clock chime, when will the cock crow, remember love, forgive this broken life, it sings in your blood, before the river flows, check to the side, and all that you sold, pull on your gloves, take some time, shoulder what's to come, drink communal wine.