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Intro

Let them in Peter, For they are very tired

Give them couches where the angels sleep, And light those fires

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

Well 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 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