[Quiet as she is, she will likely hear Valjean from a little distance down the hall before she sees him. His voice is low, of course, in keeping with the hour, but song does carry.]
God on high Hear my prayer In my need You have always been there
They are young They're afraid Let them rest Heaven-blessed
Bring them home Bring them home Bring them home
[When she sees him, he's on the far side of the dining hall, beyond the long table, kneeling in prayer before the cross on the wall. There's a few differences in his setup there - he's moved in a low table from the lobby and draped a spare white tablecloth over it, so that two silver candlesticks can stand on either side. They cast a dim light over the darkened hall. Just now, he preferred the atmosphere to the convenience of electric lights.
He's always awake this early, and he prays every morning. But this is the first time he's visited the merchandise booth, and to receive the candlesticks - his candlesticks - felt like a sign. This has been a trying week for them all. It does his heart good to feel as if God is still watching over them.]
The people here are kind and good They all deserve to return home The summers die One by one How soon they fly On and on
no subject
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
They are young
They're afraid
Let them rest
Heaven-blessed
Bring them home
Bring them home
Bring them home
[When she sees him, he's on the far side of the dining hall, beyond the long table, kneeling in prayer before the cross on the wall. There's a few differences in his setup there - he's moved in a low table from the lobby and draped a spare white tablecloth over it, so that two silver candlesticks can stand on either side. They cast a dim light over the darkened hall. Just now, he preferred the atmosphere to the convenience of electric lights.
He's always awake this early, and he prays every morning. But this is the first time he's visited the merchandise booth, and to receive the candlesticks - his candlesticks - felt like a sign. This has been a trying week for them all. It does his heart good to feel as if God is still watching over them.]
The people here are kind and good
They all deserve to return home
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone...