Bring Him Home

Colm Wilkinson

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