He was twenty-one
If you believe
What he wrote down
On the paper
That the sergeant
Made him sign
He never held a gun
Never been
Too far from home
And he'd never
had a night
Like this in mind

They moved him
To the front
And left him
With one order
Don't give up
That hole
We made you dig
He took
A picture out
And then he read
Some letters
Closed his eyes
Said the lord
My shepherd is

Peace comes
Stealing slow
Falls like
Silent snow
Swings down
Sweet and low
Peace comes
Stealing slow

She was
On the street
And looking
For some shelter
Beaten down
And weary
Of this world
Shivering
From the cold
And crazy
From the voices
She dreams
Of summers
When she
Was a girl

We live in a world
Of trials
And tribulations
People filled
With hatred everywhere
So we bow our heads
And we raise
Our voices
Offer our petition
In this prayer

Peace come
Stealing slow
Falls like
Silent snow
Swing down
Sweet and low
Peace come
Stealing slow