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