[VALJEAN] 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.