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
Well 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
Oh know 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
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to feel
It's gonna be all right
With us down here
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- Miscellaneous
- Mercy Bound
- Messenger
- Misguided Roses
- Honor Among Thieves
- Phoenix EP
- Far from Over
- The Best of Edwin McCain
- Mercy Bound (Bonus Track Version)
- Live Verisons
- The 2010 Hit Single and Two Live Bonus Tracks from The...
- I Could Not Ask For More
- Walk With You
- The Last Song
- The Last Song (Original Soundtrack)
- Rhino Hi-Five: Edwin McCain
- The Family Man
- Family Man (Original Soundtrack)
- Playlist: The Best of Edwin McCain
- Guilty Pleasures