Les
Miserables, Claude-Michel Schoenberg and Herbert Kretzmer and Alain
Boublil
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.
