This was written for fallen US soldiers in WWI and WWII. Still seems appropriate for Bryan Freeman and his comrades in arms...
PRAYER TO ST. PETER (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
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
That's fabulous! "Testing 1-2-3" was OK, but I have got to add "Bunnyrabbits, Satan, Cheese & Milk" to my regular playlist.
posted by brainwise 19 years ago
In "Army Spc. Bryan Freeman Jr"
This was written for fallen US soldiers in WWI and WWII. Still seems appropriate for Bryan Freeman and his comrades in arms... PRAYER TO ST. PETER (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 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
posted by brainwise 19 years ago
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