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G
Let them in Peter
D
For they are very tired
Em
Give them couches where the angels sleep
C
And light those fires
G
Let them wake whole again
D
To brand new dawns
Em C
Fired by then sun not war-times bloody guns
G
May their peace be deep
D
remember where the broken bodies lie
Em
God knows how young they were
C
to have to die
Em
Well God knows how young they were
D
to have to die
G
Give them things they like
D
let them make some noise
Em
give dance hall bands not golden harps
C
to these our boys
G
let them love Peter
D
for they've had no time
Em
they should have bird songs and trees
C
And hills to climb
G
the taste of summer
D
And a ripened pear
Em
And girls sweet as meadow wind
C
with flowing hair
G
And tell them how they're missed
D
but say not to fear
Em C
it's gonna be alright
G
with us down here
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