It's you who must forgive a thoughtless fool It's you who must forgive a thankless man It's thanks to you that I am living And again I lay down my life at your feet Cosette, your father is a saint When they wounded me He took me from the barricade Carried like a babe And brought me home to you Now you are here Again beside me Now I can die in peace For now my life is blessed You will live, Papa You're going to live It's too soon Too soon to say goodbye Yes, Cosette, forbid me now to die! I'll obey I will try On this page I write my last confession Read it well when I at last am sleeping It's the story Of one who turned from hating A man who only learned to love When you were in his keeping I know it, Papa.
Les Misérables
3m14s
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 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!
Les Misérables
13.5s
The people of Paris sleep in their beds! You have no chance No chance at all Why throw your lives away?