Bring Him Home

　　Bring Him Home - Susan Boyle

　　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

　　One by one

　　How soon they fly

　　On 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