Gary Morris
Текст песни Bring Him Home

(From Les Miserables)

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 summer's 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...