Les Miserables Suite: Bring Him Home / Empty Chairs At Empty Tables / I Dreamed A Dream

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

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 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

If I die, let me die

Let him live

Bring him home

Bring him home

Bring him home