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

The people have not stirred

We are abandoned by those who still live in fear

The people have not heard

Yet we will not abandon those who cannot hear

Let us not waste lives

Let all the women and fathers of children go from here