Kurt:
 God on high
 Hear my prayer
 In my need
 You have always been there

Rachel:
 He is young
 He's afraid
 Let him rest
 Heaven blessed.

Kurt:
 Bring him home

Rachel:
 Bring him home
 Bring him home.
 He's like the son I might have known

Kurt:
 If God had granted me a son.

Rachel:
 The summers die
 One by one

Kurt:
 How soon they fly
 On and on
 And I am old
 And will be gone.

Rachel:
 You can take

Kurt:
 You can give

Rachel:
 Let him be

Kurt:
 Let him live

Rachel:
 If I die

Kurt:
 Let me die

Rachel:
 Let him live

Kurt:
 Bring him home

Rachel:
 Bring him home

Kurt:
 Bring him

Rachel:
 Home.