Let Them In

While I enjoy the song all year, I make it a point on Memorial Day weekend to listen at least a few times to David Wilcox sing John Gorka’s song, Let Them In to help me remember that this holiday weekend is about more than beaches and barbecue.  The words are set out below, or you can listen to it here.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCX1cULwal8

Let Them In

Let them in Peter, they are very tired.  Give them couches where the angles sleep.  Light those fires.

Let them wake whole again, a brand new dawn, 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.

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 trees, and birdsongs, and hills to climb.  The taste of summer, in a ripened pear.  And girls as sweet as summer winds, with flowing hair.

And tell them how they are missed, but say not to fear.  Its gonna be all right, with us down here.

Let then in Peter.  Let them in Peter.  Let them in Peter.