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.