Вершы: Michael Ball. Bring Him Home.

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.