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!
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Alain Albert Boublil, Claude Michel Schonberg
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