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