Barry Manilow — Bring Him Home

God on high Here 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 on my own How soon they fly on their own Before I'm old before I'm 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