Alfie Boe 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 an on
and i am old and nearly gone
bring him peace
bring him joy
he is lost
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
