A Let them in Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
To these our boys
Let them love Peter
For they've had no time
They should have bird songs and trees
And hills to climb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girls as sweet as meadow wind
And flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right With us down here
Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
It's gonna be all right
With us down here Prayer To St. Peter
Thank you posting that. It’s beautiful.
Hi Connie,
That is a beautiful song, beautiful lyrics. Sometimes I just post a pretty song and think of them. Your song was not only proper but it made me cry and is so perfect. Hopefully, next week I will have more free time to look for more that I can share here. Thanks for sharing.