Edwin McCain – Prayer To St Peter (Ukulele)

         F                   G
Let them in Peter, For they are very tired

            Am                                  F
Give them couches where the angels sleep, And light those fires

                F               G
Let them wake whole again, To brand new dawns

 Am                               F
Fired by the sun, Not war-times bloody guns

            F                                 G
May their peace be deep, Remember where the broken bodies lie

     Am                            F
God knows how young they were, To have to die

           F                   G        Am            F
Well God knows how young they were, To have to die

            F                         G
Give them things they like, Let them make some noise

      Am                                     F
Give dance hall bands not golden harps, To these our boys

           F                      G
Let them love Peter, For they've had no time

                 Am                          F
They should have bird songs and trees, And hills to climb

               F              G
The taste of summer, And a ripened pear

     Am                               F
And girls sweet as meadow wind, And flowing hair

               F                        G
And tell them how they are missed, But say not to fear

      Am                 F                F
It's gonna be all right,    With us down here