Bring Him Home Michael Crawford

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
On my own
How soon they fly
On their own
And I am old
And will be gone

Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy