Edwin McCain - Prayer to St. Peter

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