Let them in Peter â'‚¬¢ For they are very tired â'‚¬¢ Give them couches where the angels sleep â'‚¬¢ And light those fires â'‚¬¢ Let them wake whole again â'‚¬¢ To brand new dawns â'‚¬¢ Fired by the sun â'‚¬¢ Not war-times bloody guns â'‚¬¢ May their peace be deep â'‚¬¢ Remember where the broken bodies lie â'‚¬¢ God knows how young they were â'‚¬¢ To have to die â'‚¬¢ Give them things they like â'‚¬¢ Let them make some noise â'‚¬¢ Give dance hall bands not golden harps â'‚¬¢ To these our boys â'‚¬¢ Let them love Peter â'‚¬¢ For they've had no time â'‚¬¢ They should have bird songs and trees â'‚¬¢ And hills to climb â'‚¬¢ The taste of summer â'‚¬¢ And a ripened pear â'‚¬¢ And girls sweet as meadow wind â'‚¬¢ And flowing hair â'‚¬¢ And tell them how they are missed â'‚¬¢ But say not to fear â'‚¬¢ It's gonna be all right â'‚¬¢ With us down here