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Tráelo a casa

Colm Wilkinson

Bring Him Home

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
Bring him home

Tráelo a casa

Dios en lo alto, escucha mi oración
En mi necesidad, siempre has estado ahí
Él es joven, está asustado
Déjalo descansar, bendecido por el cielo
Tráelo a casa
Tráelo a casa
Tráelo a casa

Es como el hijo que podría haber conocido
Si Dios me hubiera concedido un hijo
Los veranos mueren, uno por uno
Qué pronto vuelan, una y otra vez
Y yo soy viejo y me iré

Dale paz, dale alegría
Él es joven, solo es un niño
Puedes quitar, puedes dar
Déjalo ser, déjalo vivir
Si muero, déjame morir
Que él viva
Tráelo a casa
Tráelo a casa
Tráelo a casa

Escrita por: Colm Wilkinson