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If you wish to walk beside A boy who kicks his ball down cobbled lanes And Mother's worried sick to why he's out this late again Sister knits a woolly hat for footprints in the sand So careful where he sleeps A soul of Chapel Street And if you wish to dance beside A girl with playful pigtails in her hair She writes a dozen letters Dreams of when her love returns And as she whispers softly for a boy who's hit the ground Well darling now he sleeps A soul of Chapel Street 161 poppies race around my head I'm running through the rows of red And 0161 for the souls of Chapel Street And if you wish to stand beside A father dressed in black from head to toe He whistles lullabies and tells her he must go He says that he'll be back to make the angels in the snow But honey now he sleeps A soul of Chapel Street And if you wish to stand beside A boy who works with hands of soot and coal He steals the masters muffins Bloody knuckles tell the tale He says that he'll be bringing back the riches from the war But sweetie now he sleeps A soul of Chapel Street 161 poppies race around my head I'm running through the rows of red And 0161 for the souls of Chapel Street And oh 161 poppies race around my head Oh no I'm running through the fields of green And 0161 for the souls of Chapel Street And if you wish to walk behind The boys who kick their ball down pebbled avenues And honest smiles defy the Monday blues But still I hear the sound of cobbles to clogs and combat boots So careful where they sleep The souls of Chapel Street