VALJEAN
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
[They are] young
[They're] afraid
Let [them] rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring [them] home
Bring [them] home
Bring [them] home.
[They're] like the [sons] 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 [them] peace
Bring [them] joy
[They are] young
[They are] only [young boys]
You can take
You can give
Let them be
Let them live
If I die, let me die
Let them live
Bring [them] home
Bring [them] home
Bring [them] home.
No comments:
Post a Comment