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 empty chairs at empty tables 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  i dreamed a dream i dreamed a dream in time gone by when hope was high and life worth living i dreamed that love would never die i dreamed that god would be forgiving but the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder as they tear your hope apart 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 now life has killed the dream i dreamed bring him home if i die let me die let him live bring him home bring him home bring him home