Les Miserables Suite Songtext

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

Bring Him Home

If I die, let me die
Let him live

Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home