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