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PRAYER TO ST. PETER
Let them in Peter
For they are very tried
Give them couches where the angles sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-time 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 have no time
The 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
Lyrics
and Music by John Gorka
Based
on an anonymous poem
Written
By a World War ll Veteran.
Song
by Edwin McCain
I dedicate this page to all Veterans
Made by Pygal
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