Grateful Dead

All of my friends come to see me last night,
I was laying in my bed and dying.
Annie bonneau from st. angel say the weather down there so fine.
Just then the wind came squalling through the dark,
But who can the weather command?
Just want to have a little peace to die,
And a friend or two i love at hand.
Fever roll up to a hundred and five.
Roll on up, gonna roll back down.
One more day i find myself alive,
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground.