VALJEAN
God on high
Hear my prayer

In my need
You have always been there


He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest

Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home

Bring him home.

He's like the son I might have known

If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one

How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old

And will be gone.

Bring him peace

Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy


You can take
You can give

Let him be
Let him live
If I die, let me die

Let him live
Bring him home
Bring him home

Bring him home.