Peter Green from 1971 by Blake

Peter Green

Born in ‘46 and just another East End kid
Growing up was tough, your roots were something that you hid
In rock n roll, Chicago blues you knew you’d found a home
With music as your best friend you would never be alone

Peter, Peter Green
They called Clapton God until you burst upon the scene
You played just like a dream
God bless you, Peter Green

Your lucky break got broken when God came back home from Greece
But Mayall had not forgotten that he’d found the Golden Fleece
Fresh Cream soon came calling and the blues breaking began
But very soon you knew that it was time for your own band

Peter, Peter Green
They called Clapton God until you burst upon the scene
You played just like a dream
God bless you, Peter Green

No-one else could touch your phrasing, you were on your own
Your pick ups out of phase gave you a supernatural tone
But still you wanted Jeremy to be pushed out to the fore
The money and the glory weren’t what you were aiming for

Peter, Peter Green
They called Clapton God until you burst upon the scene
You played just like a dream
God bless you, Peter Green

Sometimes I feel so sad
When it’s clear there’s so many things that you have never had
But it makes my heart feel glad
When I hear you sing 'I Need Your Love So Bad'

Danny was your protégé on those long West Coast trips
The heights you reached unequalled as you shared your precious gift
And though the game has ended, I’m so glad you sang your songs
For the light that burns twice as bright burns only half as long

Peter, Peter Green
Fleetwood Mac still looking back on what just might have been
The best we’ve ever seen
God bless you, Peter Green

• 60s
• Alternative
• Danny Kirwan
• Fleetwood Mac
• lo-fi
• peter green
• psych
• singer-songwriter
• sixties
• United Kingdom