Edwin McCain - Prayer to st peter

Let them ^Fin Peter, For they a^Gre very tired Give them co^Amuches where the angels sleep, And li^Fght those fires Let them wake wh^Fole again, To br^Gand new dawns F^Amired by the sun, Not war-times bl^Foody guns May their pe^Face be deep, Remember where the br^Goken bodies lie God k^Amnows how young they were, To h^Fave to die Well God kn^Fows how young they w^Gere, To h^Amave to die ^F Give them th^Fings they like, Let them m^Gake some noise Give d^Amance hall bands not golden harps, To th^Fese our boys Let them lo^Fve Peter, For they've h^Gad no time They should have ^Ambird songs and trees, And hi^Flls to climb The taste of su^Fmmer, And a rip^Gened pear And g^Amirls sweet as meadow wind, And fl^Fowing hair And tell them h^Fow they are missed, But s^Gay not to fear It's g^Amonna be all right, ^F With us down h^Fere