Edwin McCain - Prayer to st peter

Let them ^Gin Peter, For they a^Dre very tired Give them co^Emuches where the angels sleep, And li^Cght those fires Let them wake wh^Gole again, To br^Dand new dawns F^Emired by the sun, Not war-times bl^Coody guns May their pe^Gace be deep, Remember where the br^Doken bodies lie God k^Emnows how young they were, To h^Cave to die Well God kn^Gows how young they w^Dere, To h^Emave to die ^C Give them th^Gings they like, Let them m^Dake some noise Give d^Emance hall bands not golden harps, To th^Cese our boys Let them lo^Gve Peter, For they've h^Dad no time They should have ^Embird songs and trees, And hi^Clls to climb The taste of su^Gmmer, And a rip^Dened pear And g^Emirls sweet as meadow wind, And fl^Cowing hair And tell them h^Gow they are missed, But s^Day not to fear It's g^Emonna be all right, ^C With us down h^Gere