מילים לשיר My youngest son came home today

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My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipes and drums beat all the time
As in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today

My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
A man he could have lived and died
'Til by a bullet's sign to fight
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their saints home today

Above the narrow Belfast streets
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
As children's blood in gutter stilt
In dreams of freedom unfulfilled
As part of freedom's price to pay
My youngest son came home today

My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipes and drums beat all 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 is home to stay.

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