Edwin Mccain Prayer To St Peter Lyrics

Prayer To St Peter Lyrics

Edwin McCain

 

 Prayer To St. Peter

 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

 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 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