let them in Peter
they are very tired,
give them couches
where the angles sleep
and light those fires.
let them wake, whole again
its a brand new dawn
fired by the sun and not by
war times and 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 and not golden harps
to these, our boys,
but let them love, Peter
because they've had no time
they should have trees and bird songs
and hills to climb,
the taste of summer,
and a ripened pear
as sweet as a meadow wind,
and girls as sweet
with flowing hair.
tell them how they are missed,
and say not to fear,
it's going to be alright
for us down here.
let them in Peter...