By John Garcas



[Edwin]



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



[Jewel]



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



[Edwin & Jewel]



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