Prayer To St Peter
Edwin McCain
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Intro: G,D,Em,CG D Let them in Peter, For they are very tiredEm Give them couches where the angelsC sleep, And light those firesG D Let them wake whole again, To brand new dawnsEm Fired by the sun, Not war-timesC bloody gunsG May their peace be deep, RememberD where the broken bodies lieContinúa después del anuncioEm God knows how young they were, ToC have to dieG D Well God knows how young theyEm C were, To have to dieG Give them things they like, LetD them make some noiseEm Give dance hall bands not goldenC harps, To these our boysG Let them love Peter, For they've hadD no timeEm They should have bird songs andC trees, And hills to climbG D The taste of summer, And a ripened pearEm And girls sweet as meadow wind, AndC flowing hairG And tell them how they are missed,D But say not to fearEm C It's gonna be all right, WithG us down here