Lyrics: Alain Boublil/Herbert Kretzmer/Victor Marie Hugo/Claude-Michel Schönberg
Music: Alain Boublil/Herbert Kretzmer/Claude-Michel Schönberg
Boe: God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
He is young
He is 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
Ball: There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone
Here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never came
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn
Boe: I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
Ball: I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Boe: But the tigers come at night
With their voice soft as thunder
Ball: As they tear your hope apart
Ball&Boe: As they turn your dream to shame
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Ball: Now life has killed the dream...
Boe: If I die
Ball: I dreamed
Ball&Boe: Let me die
Let him live
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home