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