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