by John Gorka
On this Veteran's Day, my favorite stunning song by John Gorka. Youtube version here.
"Let Them In" was made into song by John Gorka from a poem found in a hospital in the Philippines during World War II. The nurse that found the poem kept it all these years until the recent war brought out all the memorabilia. Luckily, her daughter sent a copy to John.
Let them in, Peter
They are very tiredGive them couches where the angels sleepAnd light those fires
Let them wake whole againTo brand new dawnsFired by the sun not wartime'sBloody guns
May their peace be deepRemember where the broken bodies lieGod knows how young they wereTo have to die
God knows how young they wereTo have to die
So give them things they likeLet them make some noiseGive dance hall bands not golden harpsTo these our boys
And let them love, PeterFor they've had no timeThey should have trees and bird songsAnd hills to climb
The taste of summer in a ripened pearAnd girls sweet as meadow windWith flowing hair
And tell them how they are missedBut say not to fear
It's gonna be alrightWith us down here
Let them in, PeterLet them in, PeterLet them in, Peter
© John Gorka, all rights reserved
by John Gorka
On this Veteran's Day, my favorite stunning song by John Gorka. Youtube version here.
"Let Them In" was made into song by John Gorka from a poem found in a hospital in the Philippines during World War II. The nurse that found the poem kept it all these years until the recent war brought out all the memorabilia. Luckily, her daughter sent a copy to John.
Let them in, Peter
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 wartime's
Bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
God knows how young they were
To have to die
So give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
To these our boys
And let them love, Peter
For they've had no time
They should have trees and bird songs
And hills to climb
The taste of summer in a ripened pear
And girls sweet as meadow wind
With flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be alright
With us down here
Let them in, Peter
Let them in, Peter
Let them in, Peter
© John Gorka, all rights reserved
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