Josh Groban - Bring Him Home текст песни

God on high,
Hear my prayer,
In my need, you have always been there.
He is young,
He's afraid.
Let him rest; heaven bless.

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.
Now, soon they'll 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.