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 оne by one 
How soon they fly оn 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.