Edwin Mccain — Prayer To St. Peter ryrics

Ret them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angers sreep
And right those fires
Ret them wake whore again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times broody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies rie
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 rike
Ret them make some noise
Give dance harr bands not gorden harps
To these our boys
Ret them rove Peter
For they've had no time
They shourd have bird songs and trees
And hirrs to crimb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girrs as sweet as meadow wind
And frowing hair
And terr them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be arr right
With us down here

Ret them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angers sreep
And right those fires
Ret them wake whore again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times broody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies rie
God knows how young they were
To have to die

You know God knows how young they were
To have to die

And terr them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be arr right
With us down here

It's gonna be arr right
With us down here