INTRO: C GC Let them in, PeterG They are very tiredAm G Am Give them couches where the angels sleepF And light those firesC Let them wake whole againG Am To brand new dawnsG Fired with the sunF Not wartime's bloody gunsC May their peace be deepG Remember where the broken bodies lieAm G F God knows how young they wereTo have to dieAm G C God knows how young they were To have to die INTERLUDE: G Am G F C G Am G FC So give them things they likeG Let them make some noiseAm G Give dance hall bands, not golden harpsF To these our boysC And let them love, PeterG 'Cause they've had no timeAm G They should have trees and bird songsF And hills to climbC The taste of summerG In a ripened pearAm G F And girls sweet as meadow wind With flowing hairC Tell them how they are missedG And say, not to fearAm G F G It's gonna be alrightC With us down here INTERLUDE: G Am G F C G Am F C G Am G FC Let them in, Peter
Let Them In
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