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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 the sun Not war-times bloody guns
G
May their peace be deep
D
Remember where the broken bodies lie
Em C
God knows how young they were To have to die
G D
Well God knows how young they were 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
And flowing hair
G
And tell them how they are missed
D
But say not to fear
Em C
It's gonna be all right
G
With us down here
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