Jon:

God on high

Hear my prayer

In my need

You have always been there

Jon:

He is young

He's afraid

Let him rest

Heaven blessed

Bring him home

Bring him home

Bring him home

Jo:

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

Both:

Bring him here

Bring him joy

He is young

He is only boy

Both:

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