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

You know 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…

Words and Music by John Gorka
Sung by Edwin McCain
Based on an anonymous WWII poem, found in a drawer in a hospital.

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

i have peace because of those that have laid down their life, and for that I will be ever grateful!

It is important we remember those who fought and died for our freedom, on fields both close to home and half a world away.