Bring Him Home

Bring Him Home
Words by Alain Boublil and Herbert Kretzmer
Music by Claude-Michel Schönberg

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.