Let Them In

Let them in, peter For they are very tight Give them couches where the angels sleep And let those free Let them wake up whole again To brand new dreams And fired by the sun Not wartimes bloody 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 (?) armbands and golden harps to these old boys Let them love, peter For they've had no time They should have birds, songs, and trees And hills to climb The task of summer In a ripened pear And girls as sweet as meadow wind with flowing hair 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 Let them in, peter For they are very tight Give them couches where the angels sleep And let those free Let them wake up whole again To brand new dreams And fired by the sun Not wartimes bloody guns And may their peace be deep Remember where the broken bodies lie 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