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Les Miserables - II

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Bring Him Home

(Valjean is standing over Marius at the barricade)
[VALJEAN]

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.



Jean Valjean is the central character of Victor Hugo's 1862 novel Les Miserables.
Marius Pontmercy a character from the same novel.

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Danny said…
Good work. Nice to see a someone blog about this. Keep up the good work...
June 4, 2009 at 9:03 PM
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