C
Let them in, Peter
G
For they are very tired
Am G
Give them couches where the angels sleep
F
And light those fires.
C
Let them wake whole again
G
To brand new dawns
Am G
Fired with the sun
F
Not wartimes bloody guns.
C
May their peace be deep
G
Remember where the broken bodies lie
Am G F
God knows how young they were to have to die
C F
God knows how young they were to have to die.
[Verse 2]
C
So give them things they like
G
Let them make some noise
Am G
Give dance hall bands, not golden harps
F
To these our boys.
C
And let them love, Peter
G
'Cause they've had no time
Am G
They should have trees, and birdsongs,
F
And hills to climb.
C
The taste of summer
G
In a ripened pear
Am G
And girls as sweet as meadow winds
F
With flowing hair.
C
Tell them how they are missed
G
But say not to fear
Am G F
It's gonna be all right with us down here
[Outro]
C
Let them in, Peter
