Prayer To Stpeter Lyrics - Messenger - Edwin Mccain

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