Song: Prayer to St. Peter
Artist: Edwin McCain
Intro: ,,,
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
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 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 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