My Youngest Son Came Home Today Lyrics

Chorus: My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The pipes and drums beat out the time As in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My youngest son came home today. I My youngest son was a fine young man With a wife, a daughter, and two sons A man he would have lived and died Till by a bullet sanctified Now he's a saint or so they say They brought their saint home today. II Above the narrow Belfast streets An Irish sky looks down and weeps On childrens' blood in gutters spilled In dreams of freedom unfilled As part of freedoms price to pay My youngest son home today. Chorus: My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The pipes and drums beat out the time As in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My youngest son came home today. Last Chorus: My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The pipes and drums beat out the time As in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My youngest son came home today And this time he's home to stay.