Bring Him Home [From Les Misérables]

                                  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.