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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