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