Bring Him Home / Jan Werner 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..
