My Youngest Son Came Home Today-Mary Black

[00:01.29]My Youngest Son Came Home Today [00:09.73]My youngest son came home today [00:15.11]His friends marched with him all the way [00:21.80]The pipes and drum beat out the time [00:26.30]While in his box of polished pine [00:31.98]Like dead meat on a butcher＇s tray [00:38.40]My youngest son came home today [00:53.15]My youngest son was a fine young man [00:58.83]With a wife, a daughter and two sons [01:04.90]A man he would have lived and died [01:09.78]Till by a bullet sanctified [01:13.53]Now he＇s a saint or so they say [01:21.65] [01:22.34]They brought their young saint home today [01:28.99] [01:36.98]Above the narrow Belfast streets [01:42.29]An Irish sky looks down and weeps [01:48.35]At children＇s blood in gutters spilled [01:53.49]In dreams of freedom unfulfilled [01:59.30]As part of freedom＇s price to pay [02:08.39]My youngest son came home today [02:13.71] [03:04.27]My youngest son came home today [03:09.74]His friends marched with him all the way [03:15.99]The pipe and drum beat out the time [03:20.93]While in his box of polished pine [03:26.51]Like dead meat on a butcher＇s tray [03:32.63]My youngest son came home today [03:36.46] [03:42.90]And this time he＇s home to stay