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 оne by one How soon they fly оn and on And I am old аnd 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.