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 is 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.