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 ...