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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