Edwin Mccain - A Prayer to St. Peter lyrics

Let them in Peter, for they are very tired;

Give them couches where the angels sleep and light those fires.

Let them wake a whole again to brand new dawns fired by the

sun not war time's bloddy guns. And may their peace be deep

Remember where the broken bodies lie --

God knows how young they were to have to die!

Well, 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 are boys,

Let them love Peter, -- for they have had no time --

They should have trees and bird song, hills to climb

The taste of Summer in a ripened pear,

Girls sweet as meadow wind, with flowing hair --

And Tell them how they are missed. But say not to fear;

It's going to be alright 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 a whole again to brand new dawns fired by the

sun not war time's bloddy guns. And may their peace be deep

Remember where the broken bodies lie --

God knows how young they were to have to die!

Well, God knows how young they were to have to die!

Tell them how they are missed. But say not to fear;

It's going to be alright with us down here.