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.------------------------
Been on the road too long
Most of these changes should be past
And gone
Clarify my position
Must be some kind of fool
I'm a musician
I got nothin' to do but today
Already on my way
Goodbye. I can't stop to say
Just quietly slip away
And lose myself it's the only way
I got nothin' to do but today
You think I'm not myself
You're confusing me with somebody else
I'm not so easily deceived
I am a blues man, I know when to leave
I got nothin' to do but today