Let Them In, Saint Peter

Let them in, Saint Peter, they are very tired
Give them couches where the Angels sleep, light those fires
Let them wake whole again, to brand new dawn
Fired by the sun, not wartime’s bloody guns
May their peace be deep, remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows they were too young to have to die
God knows they were too young to have to die

So, give them things they like, let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps, to these our boys
And let them love, Peter, for they’ve had no time
They should have trees and birdsong and hills to climb
The taste of summer in a ripened pear
And girls sweet as meadow wind, with flowing hair

And tell them how they are missed, but say not to fear
Its going to be alright with us down here

Let them in Saint Peter, let them in Peter, let them in Peter