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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