Colm Wilkinson - Bring Him Home

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need

You have always been there
He is young
He is afraid

Let him rest
Heaven blessed

Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home

He is 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

Colm Wilkinson - Bring Him Home

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