7.A Prayer To St. Peter
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
Dy 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 hal
Ds 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
Irls 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
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