Blake

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.