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
The summers
Rachel:
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 live
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