Mary Black

Mary Black - My Youngest Son Came Home Today songtekst

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My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipes and drums beat out the time
While 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 would have lived and died
'Til by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their saint home today

Above the narrow Belfast streets
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
And children's blood in gutters spilled
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 out the time
While 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
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Publisher: Dara Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1984

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Collected (1984)

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