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 • 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 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
