A Prayer To St. Peter — текст песни (Edwin Mccain)

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 •
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