Prayer To Stpeter
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