VALJEAN
 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

 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.