Let them G in Peter, For they a D re very tired
Give them co Em uches where the angels sleep, And li C ght those fires
Let them wake wh G ole again, To br D and new dawns
F Em ired by the sun, Not war-times bl C oody guns
May their pe G ace be deep, Remember where the br D oken bodies lie
God k Em nows how young they were, To h C ave to die
Well God kn G ows how young they w D ere, To h Em ave to die C
Give them th G ings they like, Let them m D ake some noise
Give d Em ance hall bands not golden harps, To th C ese our boys
Let them lo G ve Peter, For they've h D ad no time
They should have Em bird songs and trees, And hi C lls to climb
The taste of su G mmer, And a rip D ened pear
And g Em irls sweet as meadow wind, And fl C owing hair
And tell them h G ow they are missed, But s D ay not to fear
It's g Em onna be all right, C With us down h G ere
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Edwin McCain
